A journey not entirely dissimilar to Mary Oliver's

The voices cried:

"let yourself go! how many steps did you do today? you're so sexy! you dress like a lesbian! chase your dreams! stop romanticising everything! be realistic! what do you want? just relax! stop putting so much pressure on yourself! fuck men! date women! say yes! but did you actually say no? they don't get you like I do! you've changed! changing is necessary! think less, feel more! you've lost yourself! this is wrong! but what if it's right? keep it! nah! what if you regret it? have a wine! that shit is fucking toxic! scream! but on the inside, yeah? have some self respect! cry it out! why don't you laugh anymore? don't talk to her! or him! why are you so quiet tonight? you don't owe them anything! stop being so selfish! you're a narcissist! you give your power away! have sex! not that much! did you cum? speak your truth! keep that shit to yourself! love isn't supposed to hurt! only love can hurt like this! you're fun, we're having fun aren't we? you're indifferent! you feel too much! maybe try being less intimidating? don't hush her! you're not like the other girls! you're such a cliche, BASIC! refuse that drink! but did you explicitly tell him not to put his hand up your skirt? connection is everything! babe, just focus on yourself for a while!"

Who even are you?

I’m extroverted

I love socialising (I was voted the biggest flirt in high school)

I’m loud - my laugh is contagious bordering on obnoxious.

I command attention 

& sometimes I’m undoubtedly infuriating.

I'm uncontainable (why would you want to contain me?)

I’m liberal with my sexuality

I like using my body as a form of self expression

I oscillate between wearing barley-there skirts and swamping myself in the baggiest of t-shirts

I’m bisexual. 

Queerness runs crimson through my veins

It took me a long time to arrive here - I’m so fucking glad I did

I like to have fun (especially with you)

I like to dance (wanna dance with me?)

I’m fiery, explosive, a bonafide pocket rocket

I’m sensitive - I cry like a bitch when I look at my babies' sleeping faces

I’m a fighter

I’m a lover- my heart is yours for the taking (be gentle)

I can be both.

I reckon quarter pounders reign supreme (I'll happily die on this hill)

I’m opinionated, perhaps a little judgemental?

I'll write a book about all of this one day (don't sue me)

I despise mediocrity  

I’ll never fit into a heart shaped box (don't waste your time)

What can I say?

I contain multitudes 

Do you wanna love my multitudes? 

-She's Burning