You know that part in the Hunger Games when Katniss spins around and her dress lights up in flames? It reminds me of those push up spin toys I had as a kid. Mine was a peacock and when untouched, the feathers covered the bird entirely, but when you push the side, the feathers spin around and open revealing a beautiful bird inside.
I love that image. I want that image.
I want to spin around so fast that any unwelcome layers of life are flung off revealing my true self. To shed the years of built up fears, of people pleasing, of shape-shifting. To shake off the opinions of others, of self-judgment and anything else that is diluting the real me.
What would that look like? What does it mean to be comfortable in your own skin? To be the me from concentrate? Continue reading