Therapy Bits

There was a time I walked beside myself,
watching from the window of my own skin,
like a ghost too polite to knock.

Now—
I settle into my breath
as if it were an old friend’s couch:
worn, familiar, forgiving.

My shoulders stop pretending they are mountains.
My jaw unclenches
as if it’s finally been told
the war is over.

I do not carve myself smaller
to fit a frame never built for me.
I spill.
I stretch.
I stay.

There is quiet here—
not silence,
but the kind of hush that means
something sacred is unfolding.

My thighs no longer apologize
for the space they claim.
My spine remembers
it was meant for dancing,
not just bearing.

I wear my skin like a garden
in full bloom—
not perfect,
but wildly alive.

And when I catch myself in the mirror,
there is no flinch.
Only a nod.
A soft yes.
A welcome home.

Thursday Inspiration #291 Heartache Tonight – A Unique Title For Me