February 15, 2020
For years I did not know who I was as a woman. On the outskirts of life, I stood as a chameleon in the lives of others.
I was used to morphing into “whoever I needed to be” for acceptance, validation and love.
I had no idea how to be “myself” because I had no “sense of self.” If you don’t know, a “sense of self” is a personal, intimate understanding of who you are outside of other people, cultures, religion or what you do…. or even who you are to other people.