I dare you to know me...

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I am a woman of strength. Recklessly beautiful and untamed–my heart is splayed wide open for I not only trust the process, but I trust the force in which each one of my feet hits the ground and my ability to maneuver through the joys and grief I face each day.

I walk tall, taller than an old oak tree because I am at home in my skin — my self worth lives in each new face that I meet and the lives that I impact. It is not attached to exterior Things like money, a house, a car, this world approval, a ring or success.

My success is in presence. I am present in the humans I stumble upon like heart beats at first light and in the night. I dance with cream skin and pink cheeks — let the music sway and bend and dip my spirit with the grace of a dozen fire flies in the Moon’s light. I drip with salt, glistening from the sunshine, and barefoot in my beauty.

I am not afraid to tell you I am beautiful because I have done the work to be at home in my soul’s skin. I do not shrink to accommodate the insecurities of those around me, but stand tall to remind them gently, why crouch?

My body may be a system of flesh and organs, a vessel for the magnificence I hold inside but I cherish each scar on my skin, each freckle, each voluptuous sun bleached curl, each inch of my flesh.

I walk with my head held high when I walk into a room because I know there is space for me in this world — however I may come.

I show this world my tears and my laughter, unashamed. I know better than to try and fix others, they arrived in their skin because of their choices which I never had to make and could not influence. I know that by feeling them in their complete forms and accepting them, I heal this world.

I am a woman of passion and I am not afraid to love you before you are ready, nor am I afraid of your inner beast that the presence of my love unleashes.

I am not afraid to move faster or slower than the expectations we lay on vulnerability and opening. I open at my will. I open at the first drop of a breeze, at a smile from the man sitting with his tea at the end of a long work day in a street cafe. I open fearlessly and sweetly and ferociously with all the might I can for what good is living if we are not loving?

I am here to inspire you; through conversations that lift your soul and makes you FEEL (feel all things, even those that you actively try not to feel). I break down the walls that we build between us as humans and shake you from your listlessness. I love you as a friend as a human as a man worthy of respect and admiration...I dare you to not be inspired by my wildness, by my fierce strength, and uncommon wisdom!

I am a woman of power, and I am not a victim of circumstance — I feel when things are out of alignment and I move from them with as much grace as I enter. I show up for this world. I set boundaries with ease that honor me. I understand that 'no' is self love and everything after no is unworthiness.

I am worthy, darling — oh so deliciously worthy. I am authentic- my real-ness is terrifying, and I can taste bullshit from a mile away. I spit out societal limitations laughing and write my own rules.

I drink the desert to exfoliate my words and lick rain drops to taste the sky. I do not keep my freedom in a cage that requires special circumstances to be let loose. I dance and scream and fight and love through my life.

I am a woman of grace — you will feel me when I walk into the room.




Inspired by 'Woman of Distinction'