I was born in 1960, it was a cold winter day and the last of the leaves had just fallen off of the try in the front yard. I would spend the remainder of my childhood playing under that tree. Asking the same questions that I sometimes still ask myself today. Though I have long since found the answers that I needed. The truth is sometimes hard to bear. And the world can be a cold hard place if you aren't willing to stand up and take a stand.
I'm in the ring. And my mask is on. Though it is one that many find frightening it is one that fits me just like my own skin.
When I was in my early twenties I stopped one day, there was a dress shop that had the most beautiful dresses in the window. It was then that I noticed my face reflecting in the glass. It was one filled with joy. Just looking at them made my heart happy. It wouldn't be for another decade before I would have the chance to try one on.
It wasn't until I realized that I was always on the outside looking in that I realized things needed to change. That is when I began to explore who was really on the inside.
Who was the person looking out?
And what did she really want out of the life that she was given.