Sitara, here. Still alive, still kicking, in spite of my ex's best efforts.
I've been undergoing significant transformation over the past year, but I still struggle with self expression. That is why I am taking this blog back up. I had grown so accustomed to my voice never making a difference, that I gradually stopped using it. No more.
A year ago today, I was struggling to hang on to something that I knew
in my heart would never last. I stayed for my child at the cost of
myself.
As an assault and abuse survivor, I am reclaiming my body, my mind, my self. I will express myself without imposition of limitation, for no one threatens to withhold resources like food, love, and shelter just because I express a need; not any longer, at least. I am free.
This is what a happy and free fleshcanvas looks like.
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