I contracted myself into the smallest spaces into which I could fit, believing my happiness lay in being likeable.
When I found myself (in pieces), I realized how much room, mine alone to inhabit, I’d been conceding to others.
Now, I’m smacking the walls, splintering the frame, willing myself into the largest existence I can create.
No boxes. No binaries. No yielding my place of power.
days shrink me.
people coerce me into thinking these walls are made of granite.
experiences undermine my foothold.
But I am imminent.
My resolve will harden my shoulders and upright my posture.
Embodied and emboldened, I will demolish any resistance to the entirety who I am.