Unfuckwithable.

I’m back from my little trip to the underworld.

4 years of scraping the bottom, of touching bloody insecurities and madness with my chest. Wisdom wandering in through the open doors my wounds created.

Dragged, kicking and screaming.

And here I sit, the smile on my face says

“I know who I am enough to handle any opinion”

I sit here with a comfort in the uncomfortable, the place most avoid there entire lives.

I laugh with maniacal knowing, with untouchable confidence, self esteem that isn’t based off anyone, or anything, else.

Acceptance of all my insecurities, all my wounds, all the beautiful marks this life has left on me.

Confidence that smiles quietly when judgements are thrown, the kind that laughs in the face of the comparison that used to be home.

No-one is me, this is my superpower.

I am a beautiful conglomeration, irreplaceable, untouchable.

I admire the talent and beauty of everyone and everything around me.

And none of it takes away from mine.

I did porn, I shaved my head, I owned my loudness, I tore chains off me with a feral tenacity, I ignored every judgement and attempt to corral me into living a certain way.

I faced every aching bleeding part of myself.

And now, here I sit.

Unfuckwithable.