I want my emotions and body to be my own. Not someone else's. Mine and mine alone. Not a mother, sister, daughter, working colleague, friend, sex object, lover, wife or simply a woman.

"I've been to Paradise,
but I've never been to ME."
ME
This feeling is so very strong within, it is rather disconcerting. Long have I been any one of the above and yet I have never been ME. Truly me, without the boundaries and limitations of what others expect of me.
My emotions and body are so precious at the moment that I loathe to share them physically with anyone. I want to get to know me, the real me without any distractions.
As though I am newly born, fragile like the tender shoot of a new plant, so easily trampled if no care is taken. Lifetimes spent tightly curled up in the foetal position, unable to show the tender underbelly of who I am.