We shed our selves like costumes that no longer fit us;
Letting go of worn out stories and styles that have served their time.
Put away for safe-keeping like winter clothes at the start of Spring,
We bring them out to play dress-up from our past-life memory box.
We then realise our previous personalities were never the real us;
We were shaped by our inability to say, "No, I'm...I want....instead..."
Released from the shackles of beliefs that bound us in,
Our Wild Woman starts to stretch herself awake once again.
Standing naked as her true self, she shines in a skin more beautiful,
Designed to fit better than any other temporary outfit could.
– Marie Milligan