You Are Perfect
I thought this would be the perfect post to launch the new year for getting your power back. You are perfect!
It's Sophia "Angel", found in my book, "The Liberation of Sophia" (on Amazon), and available on prints, tees, hoodies, greeting cards, and more! Find them in my nakedpastorstore!
I didn’t even know how I felt, I was so numb. My environment had become so toxic that I could no longer feel my emotions or see myself clearly. So I left everything and entered the world. I met people who thought I was amazing, cool, talented, fun and beautiful. Even perfect!
I am embarrassed for writing that previous paragraph. It reflects my first reaction to my new friends’ opinion of me, which was embarrassment. I felt shame. Maybe they didn’t know me well enough yet. In a matter of time they’ll see me for who I really am and lose their positive opinion of me. But they didn’t. They still loved me and thought I was amazing.
It reminded me of something Marianne Williamson wrote that has spoken to this angel inside of me:
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us. It is in everyone. And as we let our light shine, we give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
This image of Sophia is my favorite picture of my truest self. It captures me best. When I drew it, it conjured up all those memories. She is embarrassed. She feels ashamed. For her entire life she’s been taught she is an unworthy, sinful worm. Nothing. Less than nothing. She was constantly kept in her place and criticized, and this toxin seeped through her self-love and poisoned her own vision of herself. She felt miserable about herself, a contamination in the world.
She mistook that for humility. And then mistook that for virtue.
I finally escaped that toxic environment and am moving into the revelation of my own perfection. Even my own divinity! I am perfect just as I am. Deep down I know it’s true, and soon I’ll live as though it is.
Sophia is an angel. She sees that now. She knows that now.
And she likes it.
So do I.