A Contemplation on Worthiness...

"...The story doesn’t begin with grown women being massacred in the workplace or in the press.  It begins with innocent little girls who become convinced, for whatever reason, that the girl within them isn’t good enough.  From there, they turn into women who are always seeking to deny their femininity.  From there, they attract others who will want to do the same.  In order to dismantle a social disorder in which women are oppressed, we must begin where it all started: a long, long time ago, when we were very, very young.

Many of us grew up in dysfunctional families, because modern society is a dysfunctional place. But the spiritual journey, the path of recover and personal growth, is a detoxification process in which we bring up and out the negative beliefs we have carried with us from the past and that now poison the present.  We then learn to invoke the flame within us, which did not go out during our dark and difficult years.  However confused we might have become, angels protected and shielded us.  Our spirits did not die. There is an ever-renewable strength within us that still exists and is accessible now, regardless of what Mommy did or didn’t do, how Daddy loved us or ignored us, or whether we feel we’ve succeeded or failed at life so far.  I call that innocent place within every woman the lost girl.

“I could have been a mystical princess! I should have been a mystical princess! I was supposed to be a mystical princess!” Thus cries the woman who has tried to reclaim her lost girl.  The lost girl is still within us - the girl who wasn’t allowed to blossom, the girl whose natural childhood instincts were unnaturally capped at puberty, the girl who was squelched in fear of the woman she would become.  Foe years we live damaged, cut off from the true expression of who we are because we don’t know who we are.  We are numb to our own creative juices.  No one held a space for our gorgeousness, and now we can’t find it.  As maidens, we were crushed.  We were treated with suspicious looks at the very moment someone should have been turning up the applause.  We don’t know how to be women because we were taught it was not OK to be girls.  Our most natural impulses thwarted and distorted.  We were like lava channeled into plastic molds..."

A Woman’s Worth, Marianne Williamson