The desire to be accepted whole, all parts known and included. That is what I want.
When I speak. When I stay silent. When I reveal myself. When I hide.
My good girl. My not good enough girl. My wanting to be seen. My wanting to be left alone.
My own voice. My head under the covers trying to hear it. My days long food and tv binges. My hating myself for it and my wanting more of it. My art making. My todo lists crushing. My endless thinking.
My exhaustions. My elations. My turnarounds, my breakthroughs, my breakdowns.
My moaning and bitching and cussing. My sweet sound seeking. My awakening. My sleeping.
My crazy creatrix. My wild sex goddess. My monkey mind. My inner child.
My inauthentic habitual self. My fearful victim self. My shy vulnerable codependent self. My impatient rushing destructive self. My old tired grumpy self. My mothering caring empathetic self. My spongy no boundary self.
My softness. My hardcoreness. My prettiness. My prickliness.
All me. All of it is me.