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She looks forlorn as she sits deep in thought as the newness in her life arises. She is naked sitting in her truth of what was. Her body, voluptuous, Bold and Beautiful - no longer to hide in the abyss of lost loves, violence and sadness. This time for her now. She looks pensive, no smile.  She has come through years and centuries of a struggled and challenged life. Oh, through creativity does her heart sing. To live boldly with confidence that she so sadly earned. Safety reins, her vulva can relax, no more “penetrations” from unwanted men. No more sticking it to you 'Baby'.  No more acquiescing to the demands of what is expected

of a 56-year-old divorcee. Her breasts are finally being seen not for the pleasure of others, but for herself. To see her breasts as part of her and not separate. She will survive this time of contemplation, what was given to her without her consent.

 

Her NO never respected. She will remain subtle and strong, a courageous woman. A woman of Valor. She showed her mother what it was like to have her voice, when her mother’s voice was stripped down to the raw edges leaving her silent and rigid. Rigid and aggressive was her demeanor, when inside she was a child herself - young, crying for the love she never received. Her daughter found a way to stay amidst the entire crisis in her life, challenges, abuses and violence... Her daughter survived and found her way through.