I see a girl who called herself a chameleon because she could adapt to any situation— but in reality she was hiding, shrinking into the background so that she would not be noticed and picked on and picked apart by the vultures, by the spiteful words disguised as love.
The wild will not be tamed.
I see a girl who was caged. She was told she was “too wild.” Too wild to be seen. Too wild for the American Dream.
I see a girl who has worn mask after mask to fit in, to fit the image. I see a girl who has built up wall after wall to protect herself. She believed her true self was too wild, too much, and simultaneously not enough.
I see a girl who was caged, broken and scared.
Look again— What do you see?
I see a woman who saw a crack of light through the mask of darkness.
I see a woman who let her heart crack open to the possibilities.
I see a woman who found safety and started to quietly secretly tell her story.
I see a woman who has taken off mask after mask, broken down wall after wall.
I see a woman who has met her true self, the one that was there all along.
I see a woman who is trusting her own voice, her own intuition, her own guidance, her own path.
I see a woman who has broken the cage. She runs free and wild.