All of you.
How many of you are there?
Some parts of ourselves get erased a little at a time.
Some parts all at once.
We live under an illusion that we are the only one we see in the mirror,
Nothing more.
But when we look deeper within,
You find your interior multiverse populated with an assembly of many identities.
The daughter,
The mother,
The lover,
The artist,
The homemaker,
The warrior.
Each with something important to say.
Every woman who appears wrestles with the forces that would have her disappear.
She struggles with the forces that would tell her her whole story,
Or they leave her right out.
It is a revolution in this world to own the entirety of ourselves.
In a world that is banking on us humans being something other than who we truly are.
We are so often lost.
We've adapted to programs and conditions that have been required for us to survive.
Having us go against what it truly means to be a human.
Rather we compete in a materialistic and individualistic society where we burn out in these unknown natural environments that have our wholeness suppressed and our communal instincts disconnected.
We then now risk being rejected when we are whole unto ourselves,
For it goes against the grain of blending and bending to fit in.
When we write our own stories unashamed and unbound,
We then can cultivate the wild and wise wisdom of the whole of ourselves and our inner identities then have space to communicate.
We open the door to profound insight and self-awareness when we accept our true inner humanity.
When we commit to passionately seeing and hearing each and every part of ourselves,
Our true integration perpetuates healing and we once again remember ourselves once again whole.
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