For a VERY LONG time, I’ve been told how to dress, speak and behave. I see clearly that people around me are drinking the wrong kool-aid. Their rules were made by deceitful people for control and power. I’m cutting the cords for THEIR rules.
Opening my retro, closet door, here it is, the old Halloween, costume sword. With both hands, I swing it high, then low, to the side, down the back and below. It’s my almighty sword to stop every shaming rule. Looking into the MIRROR of Magic, I declare out loud into my own eyes: I’m in charge of my own life, I set the rules and do the opposite of all those drinking kool-aid fools.
Today, I went to the hairdresser and proudly wear a radial hair-do. I can hardly wait to see their mouths wide open, jaws dropping to my PINK. Nov 16, 2018