Moving On

   I've lost a lot these past few months. Some of it I am still struggling with, while the rest I've learned to let go. And while I am certain almost all of it will never come back, I am okay. I have faced one of the darkest times in my life and I have finally come out on the other side. For the first time in my life I feel powerful, sexy, independent, worthy, kick-ass, inspired, and like I can do anything in the world. I think I am finally learning to appreciate me. I don't need someone to complete me or make me feel significant. Beyond sex, I don't need a partner. I don't need somebody to love me. I love me.