Mom

 There’s a box where I’ve written everything mom did. So I don’t have to feel it in my body it’s all there.

I quit therapy two years ago because it touched a nerve.

Now I’m back. 

It’s the same damn nerve. 

Good news I’m 38.

Secure in my life and relationships.

Self secure ( that’s the mom issue)

That’s the meat, that’s the biscuit. That’s it. Self fuckcing esteem.

I know I’m strong enough. As the burritos and digestive enzymes kick in things could come up.

Weight loss. 

I must be graceful and focus on working in the studio.

I’ve told my loved ones. I know it’s healthy I know I must do this.

This. 

What’s this?

Challenge my own self esteem by healing confronting my mom.

I’m in control now.

Make epic pots.