imagine perfect being enough for anyone

imagine perfect being what we are without the bullshit

imagine being perfect as you are

imagine having a bully that can’t tell love from unkindness

imagine having a victim that can’t tell love from unwillingness

imagine having a cult that tells you “you’re not being safe with yourself”

imagine having a club that corrects you when you get off your track

imagine having a club that connects you to your own perfection

imagine having a club that attracts you to your own reflection

What rubbish can we dump?

the baggage of the burdened mother