In Order To Be Loved

In order to be loved,

I had to shrink,

I had to erase myself, and

I had to make myself invisible.

In order to be loved, 

I put my true self to sleep

In favor of your preferences 

Of who you wanted me to be,

Molding myself,

Shaping myself,

Morphing and

Shapeshifting into the form

That I believed would allow me

To receive the most love.

The real me was gone,

Erased,

Removed,

And I became a shell, a puppet

Of your ideas of me,

Just to please you,

Hoping that you would love me,

And you still did not.

That time is past.

Now I stand firmly

In the authentic expression

Of my true power.

Now that I choose to embody myself fully,

Your opinion no longer matters 

More than my own.

Like it or not,

This is the true me.

This is my Resurrection.