Everything I do, is for the five year old child within me that blamed her family breakdown on her existence.
It is for the twelve year old girl within me that felt invisible.
It is for the fifteen year old girl, that was so scared, sad and broken.
For the eighteen year old, that couldn’t look into a reflective surface without crying.
For the twenty two year old, that was at war with their sexuality after years of abuse. For the twenty four year old, that felt paralysed by indecision. Everything. Everything I do, is all for Her.
May our stories not define us, but propel us into a perpetual state of self-actualisation and healing. — words from a year ago today; that ring truer than ever.
x N
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