You can point a finger at any given moment of my life, and I can show you something I overcame. You can ask me about a decision I made at any point, and I can give you a reason -- often one that helped me survive.
These are not mistakes. I do not regret them. They are why I am standing here, that I can look you in the eye, they are the reason that I'm alive today.
But there is so much more to this. These moments, these decisions, these obstacles, they are not me, but I am stronger because of them. - TM
Over a steeped cup of loose-leaf jasmine tea, I asked myself, "When did I become this woman?"
The one who stays in on Friday nights. Who spends Saturday mornings conducting help-based interviews and hosting screenings at her apartment for feminist theater groups.
The woman who changes her mind -- not because she is indecisive, but because in-depth research and careful consideration have taught her otherwise. The woman who actively seeks opportunities that challenge her. Who isn't intimidated by her own presence. Who isn't afraid of laughter and love. The woman who doesn't ask for permission, but doesn't take advantage of her liberty.
I sipped the tea down until the bottom of the soaked paper cup began to leak. "I've always been her," I decided. "An ever-evolving version. "
-- TM <3
is a writer, artist and human/animal rights activist based in Echo Park- Los Angeles, CA. The Stephens College graduate loves poetry, camping with her rowdy friends and tequila of many varieties.