ne of the things I’m gradually learning is that the more I can accept ALL of who I am, the more I am a success at touching people’s lives, and inspiring them to live more fully and authentically. To the degree that I disown parts of myself, I undercut my own power and ability to function, sometimes in ways that hurt me FAR deeper than the loss I feared might have.
(Read the whole entry in my personal LiveJournal, if you’d like.)
I’m polyamorous, pagan, bisexual, sex-positive, fat*, and kinky. I’m also a musician, a writer, have ADHD and have had Major Depressive episodes more than once in my life. I’m separating (gradually) from my husband, I am a mother of a teen and a step-mom to wonderful grown woman. I’m a crafty and creative former Girl Scout Leader, a counselor, a relationship facilitator, and a somewhat reluctant business-owner. My mother was a Methodist (“so I do the best I ca-a-an…!”). I’ve been known to lose my keys, my wallet, and my mind, all in one afternoon.
How about you? :^)
*that one’s really hard. I’ve put it in and taken it out several times, changed it, tried to pretty it up (“I’m a fan of Health At Every Size”–which is true, but not all of it), joke about it (“I’m a recovering thin gal!”), and generally had a hard time just writing it. But you know, this is about Accepting Ourselves, and most particularly in this case, me. So here it is.