Be Inspired by Miss Stone

Unless you have sat with pain, don't think you can walk into my space and try to suck the air out of the room, in the hopes that I will suffocate. It is your own lungs you are damaging. Unless you have been to the centre of your soul and confronted your demons, spoken to them and fought with them, don't think you can try to awaken mine and not expect a full on war. It is your tortured soul that will suffer a loss. Unless you have experienced loss, sat with it, kept it company, asked it to leave so you can heal and be whole, don't try to take things from me and think that it is I who will suffer the loss. I've learned to plant where the rain has washed away. And what I plant always blooms. Unless you have been degraded and broken and torn to shreds, don't try to crush me and think you will not be the one who walks away with broken bones. My bones are not brittle. I have experienced pain. I have confronted it head on. I have talked to pain and asked pain to le...

I have come to accept that I may not be your cup of tea... Instead, I am a strong cup with some milk. You like yours weak. My strength cannot be watered down for your taste. I will remain strong and sweet. And you may not like it that way.   Neither am I your favourite meal. I cannot be served in portions and discarded when you have had enough to eat. I am rich in flavour. I am spicy yet kind to your taste buds, so that the one who may have me, will taste in abundance and even when sated, will continue wanting more of my flavour. But not everyone can eat. I am not your favourite soapie with a story line you are able to predict, that merely provides 30 minutes of entertainment and leaves you wanting more. Waiting for the next instalment. Although you already know what is about to come. I am not here for your entertainment.   People will enter your life and think they know you. And when they realise you are not to be boxed in, or do not taste the way they had though...

When I was younger and people saw my freckles, flat nose and diastema first, commenting on that, I felt a bit insecure. Not because of the things they said, because it really wasn't bad, but because I thought to myself, 'Is this truly all they see? Can they not see that inside, I am amazing too, despite the gaps I may have?'  As I left adolescence behind me and became a woman, and my breasts bloomed and thighs became fatter, men commented too. They would speak of this thickness and all its glory. They would talk of the arch of my back and my plum shaped derrière. And even then I would think 'Can they not see the richness of this heart? The fullness of love it carries? The thickness of my care? Are they so blind that they cannot see my Soul and all it has to offer?' And then the Clinical Psychologist title became synonymous with my name, as I entered the professional world, and people would talk about my tattoos and how my body looked like a canvas. They wou...