IN TOUCH
FIRST TOUCH
A private letter, a reflection, and one small return.
From me to you.
A LETTER, BEFORE WE BEGIN
I was a good girl for a long time.
For years I was who I was told to be, or who everyone needed me to be. The good girl. The one who did it "right," kept it together, gave that good girl persona, never made anyone uncomfortable, least of all herself. I was so busy being acceptable that I never asked what I actually wanted. I'm not sure I let myself know.
There were curiosities in me. There always had been. Quiet ones I kept folded up and tucked away, the kind that warmed me in the dark before I talked myself out of them, because somewhere along the line I'd learned that wanting them made me too much, or not good, or some other word that was really just afraid. So I performed the woman I was supposed to be, and I let the real one wait.
Then my marriage ended. And as terrifying as that was, it released me. It gave me a new kind of freedom. The good girl had run out of road, so she went rogue.
It took meeting someone who felt safe. Truly safe. No judgment, no flinch. And I finally exhaled. In that safety, with his patience and my own permission, I let myself reach for the curiosities I'd buried. Not new desires. Mine. The ones that were always there, humming just under the surface, waiting for permission and a soft enough place to land. That's when I knew it was time to let the ownership, and the exploring, begin.
That's when I started becoming the woman I am now. Not because someone handed her to me, but because I finally stopped being afraid of her.
I didn't discover new desires.
I stopped being afraid of my own.
I'm telling you this because I think you might know her. The good girl. the one who holds it all and asks for nothing. The one with curiosities folded up somewhere, still warm, still waiting.
You don't have to perform anymore. Not here. This space is the safe place. Let me be that for you, the way someone once was for me.
With You, Velvet
FOR THE ONE WHO LOVES HER
If you came here for her,
then know this: the most desired thing you can off a woman like the one I've described isn't a grand gesture. It's safety. The kind that lets her stop performing and finally reach for what's hers. Be the soft place she lands. That's where everything begins.
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A REFLECTION, JUST FOR YOU
Before you touch, notice.
No one will read this but you. There are no right answers, only honest ones. Sit with each for a moment longer than feels comfortable.
And if you read my story and thought, that's not me, I was never the good girl, then good. Your road here was your own. This reflection is still yours. The practice that follows is still yours. The good girl is only the first of many reflection I'll be sharing, and the others may land closer to home, so stay close. I'd love to hear which one is yours. If a different reflection is calling you, reach out and tell me. However you arrived at this moment, what matters is that you're here now, so stay, and let it be for you.
