It helps u shine the light on what’s really goin on.

When I was little, my Mum dressed me like a boy, I always wanted to be sexy but because of this I had really bad identity problems.

I always thought I was ugly.

That, coupled with trying to be a supah dupah good girl, made for a exhaustive navigation through reality.

I had friends steal my boyfriends all the time. They would say “Sue guys check you out all the time and you don’t even notice” and I thought that was good because it meant that I wasn’t vain.

Well it instead made me lose all the opportunities for a guy, because they would go after them and get them.

I said this on WTF with Marc Maron and I’ll say it again.

One of the most profound expiriences that I ever had in therapy was when I was telling a story about a cute guy at the gym who was hanging all over me.

As I was tellin it, I mentioned that the girl behind the desk was all over him.

I made it sound like I didn’t care, because I thought I didn’t.

Well all my therapist did was shift in her chair and say “Well someone’s got to get the last piece of cake”and I felt a rage from the tip of my toes to the top of my head.

I was like” I WANT THE LAST PEICE OF CAKE !”

I had never tapped into my desire before, let only my sexual desire but boy when I did!

Since then, I have learned how to have desire and to express it.

I can happily report that I finally feel really, really sexy.

That being said, I am realizing how many guys have thought that through out my life and  it has to do with my looks, but so much more.

It’s my generosity, my fun, my love, my sense of humor, my body, my brains, my strength etc.

So here’s where this all comes into play.

I was dating a guy, who to the naked eye, appeared to be a sexual human being.

But, when I sent him sexy pics, he would ignore them.

It was ok because I thought maybe he’s just not into that, but my second thought was ,but every other guy I’ve ever sent a sexy pic to said “more” right away.

It’s funny as I type this I wonder if those thoughts were reversed.

I probably thought,  that’s weird first, then justified it with defending him.

Then there was another time where we we totally acting out a sexy scene, he was shaving his beard while I watched. (that’s all I’ll say about that for the sake of privacy)

Well we got into bed and…………………………… he fell asleep.

My first thought was oh “he must be tired” then my second thought was “I’ve never been in bed with a guy who could not keep his hands off me.” and my third thought was ,this is the beginning of this relationship, this can’t be good.

Again, the thoughts were probably switched, my first thought was prob, what’s wrong with this guy? Usually guys can’t keep their hands off of me? Then the second thought was to justify it, under the guise of  bein a supah dupah good girl.

I write this not to toot my own horn, I write this to show that if my self esteem was lower I would have spent the rest of the relationship trying to prove that I was desirable, blaming myself for whatever his block was, squelching my own desires to make him feel comfortable, which in turn would squelch us both.

Sex is life.

I did try to talk about it to no avail, cause that ‘s what right sized ,regular, good girls do.

I wanted a sexual relationship, and he wasn’t willing to talk about it, so I was able to make the decision to end the relationship.

“It’s you, it’s not me ” is what I said when I ended it.

Suzie Kadoozie talks about the powah of bein silent!

Be still and I know that I am, even a star needs to pull in on itself in order to pulsate out.

Sometimes one of the hardest actions in the world is to do nothing

Silence.

It takes every muscle in my body.

When provoked and rightly so, the first instinct it to retaliate.

But in the long run, it is I who suffers.

Serena Williams attacked the judge at the US Open this weekend.

She flew off the handle.

She was mad, she thought the judge was being hard on her because she was black.

That was her past, being projected into the present, to create an unhappy future.

She was so emotional that she based what was goin on on something old in her nervous system.

An old wound.

You see the judge made the legal call.

But, Serena was so emotional that she couldn’t even stop herself to think for a second.

She reacted from her wound.

She knows the rules, she knows that any distraction during a time like this can be fatal.

Yet, even if  she knew it, even if she cared, her lack of impulse control, her need to protect that wound, made her lose that match.

It’s a fact.

Not only that, but she tried to Bully that judge, to scare her.

But what do we know about Bullys?

They are dumb. not the person, but the Bully behavior makes the person act like a dummy.

They are scared, so they scare others. But if the other person has more internal fortitude , if they have healed their wound and they don’t feed into the Bully, the Bully crumbles in on themselves.

If the bully has nothing to push up against, they have to implode.

Fact.

Meditation is not just some weird thing that only wicked spiritual people do, it’s a practice that u can take and apply to your everyday human life.

It actually helps you win, because most people have impulse control problems, they have wounds.

So, if you are the one who can remain still while others around u are acting out, u win in the long run.

Internal fortitude means guts, guts to care enough about yourself to protect yourself from a Bully, which in the long run protects the bully, because they have to suffer the consequences of their own behavior.

You can sit an listen and react to what is REALLY going on, you can stand up with your guts and sometime standing up means sitting down.

This is how the wound heals

Fact.

The way to do this is to clean out all the things about you’re personality that you don’t think are part of who you are authentically.

Things, behaviors that you have developed to survive.

I have a secret, those things you developed to help you survive, are turning on you and ruining your life.

Find your guts.

The ugly is not you, it’s the wound you’ve created, the puss needs to get tot he air to heal.

Once it’s heals only  the real you is left, your guts which is God which has been in you all along.

The compass that will help you navigate a better life.

And that is when the miracle happens, u are actually listening, not projecting your past into your present to make and awful future.

Slow down, it might hurt at first, to not say everything that’s on your mind, but once you practice, you might even enjoy only sayin the things that actually mean something to you.

Then the words you say or don’t say will match up with the authentic you to create a future different from your past.

And maybe just maybe others will slow down too, because usually when u set a boundary with someone who has no impulse control they are so grateful because they can’t do it for themselves.

Most people don’t care enough about them to say something.

That is how you stand up to a Bully and then the wound of the world begins to heal as well.