Chapter Twenty Six
I've Got
Nothing
To Prove
I feel good in my skin now. I own my body, and my heart. I no longer fear predators, sexual or emotional, because no one gets past this gate without express permission and suitable credentials. It is they who now steer clear of me. That is as it should be; for I have taken back my worth and I am not afraid to confront the manipulators and expose the predators. Their time is over. Mine has begun.
I've reclaimed my anger and made it constructive. I've regained my innocence and no longer fear my needs, or my heart.
I no longer have to justify my existence, or seek to disappear in a corner to make room for more worthy people, or defend myself from ghosts and shadows. I am free.
I can speak freely of my past without caring what others think, knowing it is only humane and decent for others to accept my experience, and not doing so is a reflection on their fears and inadequacy of love, not on me.
I alone felt this pain. I alone. Skeptics be hanged. I was there. I survived against all odds. I'm proud to have made it. I'm humbled because only God could have made me well and whole again. I am real, and kind, and loving, and intact.
I've got nothing left to prove.
