“Forgive yourself for not knowing then what you know now”
~ Maya Angelou
These are words that I live by today. Whenever I catch myself beating myself up, I’m always quick to remind myself these words. I remind myself to forgive myself for my past mistakes and where I fell short. I remind myself that at the time, I did the best I could with what I had. These words remind me not to be hard on myself. My old self was less informed then, but she did the best she could to learn and to get my new self where I am today.
There is a heartbroken woman inside of me. I built a home in someone who kicked me out later. I’ve grown past it because there’s more to life than holding onto memories that only cut you. My heartbroken self is scared of opening my heart to love lest anyone ruins it for me, again. Even so, I refuse to let the hurt and pain and bitterness steal my sweetness or make me hate. Bitterness can be corrosive; I don’t want it to overcome me. Rather, I am working on building a home in myself and to decorate it without waiting for someone else to.
There is an overachiever inside of me who occasionally is defeated by failure, rejection, insecurities and negative self-image feelings. She tries to cheat out of these human experiences. She sometimes is weakened by outside perspectives of her. However, I do not want to be bothered by either of these feelings but rather I am learning to sit and acknowledge, feel, address and engage with them. I am not running away from my feelings.
There’s an angry woman inside of me, infuriated by how the world is particularly cruel to girls and women. I am infuriated by how the world fails women every single day by terrifying, restricting and preventing them from living their full lives with the ever-present looming threat of rape and abuse/violence unleashed onto them by men. The injustice and unfairness of being a woman enrages me.
There’s a feminist in me. An angry feminist who is inspired by women who resisted and those who continue to resist. Women who refuse to be respectful and to play nice. Women who refuse to stay silent. Women who are loud and unapologetically claim their space, rights and freedom. Women from whom I continue to learn and let me know that I am not alone. Though I can’t singlehandedly end violence against women, these women inspire and encourage me to do something every day to change the world. To love and support other women in every way I can, to create a safe space for girls and women and the generations after me. To empower girls and women to unlearn patriarchal forced teachings.
Today, I am more informed. My new self is better equipped, more confident and more comfortable with who she is and is becoming. I am equipped better to handle stuff should the same (shit I went through) happen to me. My new self comforts me and keeps me grounded. My old self makes me proud of everything that I have gone through – the pain, hurt and frustration – and mostly, who I’m becoming.
There are still aspects about myself that I don’t know but I’m discovering, learning and building upon them. While at it, I am working towards accepting, building and having loving and healthy connections with my many selves and honoring them. I am working towards building a home in my own body, that I can always come home to myself. Today, I look back at my old and younger self knowing that my mindset and perspective have changed for the better. I have grown. I am growing and becoming.