I am a recovering people-pleaser. Growing up, most of my relationships felt like an exercise in survival.
I did, said, suppressed anything I felt I needed to to win love and approval. To not feel rejected.
I rejected a hell of a lot of my own feelings, needs and desires doing that, and the relationship I created with myself mirrored the relationships I had with others.
Because I feared my truth would get me in trouble.
So I stuffed it down. Way down.
We can try to dismiss, shame, gaslight our inconvenient truth away, but it doesn't go away.
It will eat its way out, like an animal chewing its leg out of a trap. Wounding ourselves as we try.
What I understand now is that the love we put before our truth isn't really love.
Its anxious co-dependence.
The true love an intimacy we crave requires our trust in our own truth.
If P*ssytwinkle is anything, (and its ALOT of things) it is this:
The person who will listen to you when others find your truth too strong is YOU.
The person who is attuned to and feels the truth that your body knows is YOU.
The person who knows your worth and the sacredness of your desires best is YOU.
The person who you can count on to be there for you when everyone else has left the building is YOU.
The person who you can count on to be kind and loving to you when you fail, who will catch you when you fall, is YOU.
The person you need to trust first is YOU.
And when you trust you, loving yourself comes easily.
Because you've got YOU.
And when you love yourself, you give the world all your wonderful, imperfect glory.
I enables you to more deeply connect with others.
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