Shannii Maree – Strong Without Realising
Life through the eyes of a woman who had no idea how strong she was becoming
She smiles Yet it doesn’t reach her eyes The depth of her pain Kept locked away inside She yearns to reach out And express the whirlwind within Yet her past torments her Reminders crawling on her skin Will she? Won’t she? Or will she close up and flee? Past patterns repeating Until one day she
How often do you take responsibility for your actions and how they affect others or how you show up? It’s a buzz phrase these days for people to say well I say what I want and how you choose to take that is on you and it’s used as a way of being an ass
Im not good enough. What makes me worthy? Maybe I’m too much? Those wounds have been in and out of my consciousness for years upon years. As they are for many of us it seems. What causes so many of us to have thoughts like these? This past week I uncovered a belief I’ve placed
For so long I wondered why people lied to me or pulled away. I have always felt I’ve been such an understanding person and I love the ones I love so much there was literally no reason to be ashamed of telling me anything. If you tell me you want something for your life then
I have awoken feeling vulnerable and tender. Last night I released something during a beautiful cacao and conscious clubbing celebration. My entire body felt it and feels tender today and I honour that. And also I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said “I just fucking love my life so much” To either myself
I actually really love it when people tell me what they see in me or think of me Why? Because in truth, it’s actually me reflecting back to them the human that they are. Sometimes they don’t even realize it. And it’s the most beautiful thing to witness. The way some people see me is
You can stop telling me how to think Stop telling me how to feel Stop telling me I’m not doing enough Stop insisting what I see is wrong Stop agreeing with me for fear of an argument Stop only half listening And Start trying to see with eyes that aren’t yours Start responding after taking
I could be happy and smiling but deep down wondering why I actually wasn’t good enough or how I could do or be better. I still have my moments of questioning sometimes. But then I heard the lesson of ‘maybe people aren’t giving you recognition because you need to give it to yourself first’. Holy
Who am I if I’m not posting body positivity? Will people still like me if I’m not posting that I celebrate my body daily? Is that the only thing worth sharing that I have? Have you ever considered who you are without your stories? The assaults, the money, the family, the relationships, the ego, without
Thank you. Two simple words. On my walk this morning I was doing what I do and dancing along to one of my fav songs in my own world. No care for who might see me. Next thing I know this older woman is next to me with two beautiful samoyeds with a big beautiful
