Independence is loyalty to one’s best self and principles, and this is often disloyalty to the general idols and fetishes.— Mark Twain
I wouldn’t call myself disloyal to any general idols and fetishes, or anything at all, as I am too much of a people-pleaser and tend to either be disloyal to myself than others. This is something I am working on. Hard. It’s a slow process, and maybe by the time I am labeled an ‘elder’ I will finally have managed this.
Up to then, I look at images like these and as I study it, I see the (mostly) independent woman I am.
… I have fat rolls, and I am perfectly fine with that.
… I have a big, round bottom, which I am actually quite proud of.
… I have tattoos on my body, which I love, even though others might frown on it.
… I am allowing my grey hair to grow out, showing my age, and I love it.
I know who I am, know what makes me tick, know what I believe in, know where I come from, and know where I am going. I want my loyalty to be to who I am, to stand firm in my own beliefs, and not to change myself to what others want me to be. I have done this too many times in my life, and it never worked out well. This to me is a constant learning curve, but like I said, I might finally master it when I am more grey than I am now.
I hope I do…