Stop being scared.

Broken Dolls

Stuffing pours out of me.

I moult, drip and leave puddles of self-confidence behind as I walk because two things happened recently that kicked me into a flat funk -

I am not the woman I thought I was.

Flapping, I pass invisible through the chattering crowds leaking the one asset I thought I would always have because I had always had it.

(Don’t know where it came from — but it has served me well…)

What do I learn?

Never to pose for Carmen again.

Always follow through on my decisions (I should have got on that flight)

Stop being scared.