She has my back

She always has my back and comes out of me when I let her. I call on her when I need her. When I feel her, I know to let her out.

She is the part of me that stands up fiercely for me without ever backing the fuck down, strongly putting my indestructible boundaries in place with others any time it’s needed, and protects me against any danger there ever is.

She is the raging bitch inside of me, yet she is the understanding and supportive Goddess of all other parts of me. She listens to and respects the rest of me.

I can’t believe I used to suppress her never letting her out of me, but I was a completely different person those times.

She lives inside of me, but she thrives outside of me.

I don’t ever hold her back anymore. I nurture her. I love her. I give her space. She lives in my life with all of the other parts and aspects of me.

She’s there for me.

She relentlessly, always has my back.

I choose her. I choose all of the other parts of me. She is a part of me along with others, and I love them + embrace them all.

I choose myself.

Ultimately and forever.