I recently read that the original definition of “virgin” was “a woman complete unto herself”.
Some days, most days really, I am strong, confident and seemingly complete. Other days feel desperate and I want to wrap myself around peoples legs, refusing to let go and begging for reassurance. I wish I could say I manage it gracefully, that I never pout , that I don’t have moments of self loathing…even though i know better. Today is one of those days.
What pulls me out of days like this are my people. MY people don’t need scheduled plans to come over nor do I need their permission to forage in their refrigerator. But I keep moving or they do. Over and over I seperate myself from those brick and mortar people I need the most when life is the hardest…the people that complete me when I cannot complete myself.
I may not be a virgin in either sense of the word. Completeness for me comes from sharing myself with others - even when it hurts.
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