by Brittiney George, BS, MST, ICI, CEIM
The poem below is a love note generated from multitudes of conversations with myself and my clients and the struggle of thinking you need to be perfect in an imperfect world.
Life can leave us feeling like we are looking at ourselves through a funhouse mirror. Funhouse mirrors distort reality. They shorten us, overextend us, pull us out of alignment and can leave us feeling unrecognizable sometimes even to ourselves.
Maybe you have been caught in the funhouse mirror room and didn’t realize it.
This poem is for you. It’s for me. It’s for all of us.
Funhouse Mirror Repair
by Brittiney George
I am not going to apologize for myself anymore.
Who I am.
What I wear.
How I look.
How much I feel.
The energy I have available.
That is the equivalent of amputating a piece of who I am to make you feel more whole.
I will assist you, but I will not amputate any part of myself for you.
I am meant to live.
I am meant to live well.
So are you, and that won't happen by taking a piece of me.
From this point forward, I choose to remain not perfect,
I choose to remain intact.
I align with the core of me.
My core’s reflection is clear and it refuses to be altered by any funhouse mirror.
Brittiney George, BS, MST, ICI, CEIM, is a Master Somatic Therapist and Movement Practitioner specializing in Transformative Touch. She is also the creator of the online comic www.thisweekwithjoy.com. Her areas of specialty include working with highly sensitive persons (HSP’s), and helping people find movement when they feel bogged down by life. Contact Brittiney at 610-389-7866 or email@example.com.