She worships who she is now, not in a conceded way, not in a selfish way but in in the way that a creature who had not been given freedom worships the open sky.
She looks in the mirror and smiles. She touches herself, gets to know her body, reminds herself that yes, this is her own to do with what she will.
She loves herself and she loves herself fiercely with everything she has.
Because she is never sure if something is waiting for her, if someone won't come calling and dragging her back. She is never sure what waits for her and who what's to steal her away again.
She is damn sure though, that if someone does come, she's not going without a fight. She will kick and scream and use every ounce of self knowledge she has to fight her way out.
Because no one gets to own her again. No one claims her unless he wants them to and there is no one she is willing to bow to anymore.
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She looks in the mirror and smiles. She touches herself, gets to know her body, reminds herself that yes, this is her own to do with what she will.
She loves herself and she loves herself fiercely with everything she has.
Because she is never sure if something is waiting for her, if someone won't come calling and dragging her back. She is never sure what waits for her and who what's to steal her away again.
She is damn sure though, that if someone does come, she's not going without a fight. She will kick and scream and use every ounce of self knowledge she has to fight her way out.
Because no one gets to own her again. No one claims her unless he wants them to and there is no one she is willing to bow to anymore.