In shopping for clothes I notice a shift. There is an awareness when I reject an item. It is usually tired looking, or boxy. I catch myself thinking, “…something more feminine”. It is a nice distinction to make. What I present myself in is a reflection of me, I agree that is an expression.
I am waiting for a response from the YWCA and it feels like I’m tapping my foot about it. I’m practicing being with and in the essence of who I am and sometimes it is difficult. I’m aware of when I’m with fear or anger. The next step is to catch it and redirect it. The song playing in the store is like a Latin take on Eye of the Tiger.