Claim Your Authenticity: Set Yourself Free.


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I have never just been me, the authentic Me. The Me with no added sugar or artificial coloring.

I have always thrown in extra ingredients to be more palatable, more pleasing. Or worse, I have chopped myself into pieces. I would then take the piece I felt was best suited to the occasion and place it on display. Sprinkle some false bravado or charm on top, as needed, and serve myself up cold.

I always picked the piece I felt would be the most valued. The piece that would garner me the most praise or love or sex or whatever it was I was seeking in the moment, that I felt would make me feel whole, wanted. I have lived my life by fractions, tiny fractions of my true self.

I am no longer choosing to do this. I now aspire to be all of me, the profane, the sacred, the twisted, the glorious and everything in between. It is time, time to lay down all my armor. It has grown so, so heavy, and truth be told, it has never shined.

The person hiding inside this walking prison is not a knight. No, far from it, he is a scared little boy, too afraid to claim all that he is, all that he came here to be.

Yes, it’s time for this armor to come off, piece by blessed piece.

It’s time to let go of all the self-hatred, all the self-judgment, all the I’m not fucking good enough.

Time to release all the people-pleasing, all the co-dependence, all the fear of abandonment.

Time to set free all the vengeance in my heart and dishonesty on my lips. Oh yeah, it’s time. It’s time to stand in all that I am.

Stand in all my sexy, all my kooky, all my bad motherfuckerness.

Stand in all my lovely, all my frailty, all my deviance.

Stand in all my magic, all my incompleteness, all my devotion.

Stand in all my juju, all my ridiculousness, all my awe for you, for me, for life.

And when I get afraid, so afraid that I want to wrench the covers over my life and hit the snooze button for all eternity, I will not climb back into my armor. No. I will reach for your hand. I will slide your hand into mine and clasp it to my heart and tell you I am terrified.

I will grant you an all-access pass to the greatest show on earth, my raw, vulnerable, lovely, authentic self, and in so doing I shall set us free.

I will listen with all my love to all of your terror, all your rage, all your disappointment, and we shall dance in unity and sway with intimacy and laugh in truth.

Yes, it’s time. It’s time because a life lived in fractions is no life at all. I have decided to add up all of my pieces, all of the pieces of Me, and guess what?

They all equal a whole number. One single, indivisible, glorious number.



Read more: A Self-Made 12-Step Program for Living an Authentic Life.

{Let Yourself Be Free}


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