I felt an ache in my feminine soul every time I said yes when I didn’t mean it.
Your rules and restrictions rang as dissonance through my being.
Compliance was my cage.
Fear untethered me from my knowing.
Mind/Body Split. 
Papers signed.
Separate Lives.
My feminine flesh immersed in shame.
Be good. Be nice. Be Godly. 
Be thin. Be pretty. Be hungry. 
Be no trouble. 
Want what others want you to want.
Desire is unsafe. 
Feminine instincts ... suspect.
I froze. Stone cold.
There are no winners. 
Controller and controlled chase illusions.

Once wounded in the psyche and skin ... how does she find her way back? 
Only you can know your path, truly.

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