This is the game.

I am choosing to play.

I choose because I am enjoying it.

I am not really desperate. I am choosing to act that way.

I am not really willing to do anything. I choose which things I will do.

In the game you love me, you own me. You cherish your toy.

I am enjoying my sexuality instead of being ashamed of it.

I do what feels good and I should feel good about that.

But it is still a game. It does not define all that I am or even who I am.

I can choose to stop playing at any time.

There is power in choice. I do not give up my power. I will however give control to someone who has earned it.

Who am I? Am I the successful professional person that I have been and can be again? Am I this lost, confused and broken girl that has not been able to get past her past? Am I the dirty slut who can only be loved if I am sexually servicing a man? Am I a sweet cute girl who twirls and laughs in the sunshine?

Can I be loved?

Dirty Slut, filth whore. I am being paid with attention. I will get on my knees for it, beg for it, open my mouth wide for it. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do, I am desperate and needy.

It’s ok to sit with your feelings. Just know when it’s time to get up and stretch your legs.

You deserve good things. Treat yourself- in ways that uplift your life instead of being detrimental.

It’s amazing what you can do with the right mindset

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Also, denial shall make the O all the more pleasurable

It’s so nice to indulge the inner child sometimes. Be silly and just enjoy the simple things

Isn’t life funny?

I feel pretty.