I call to the Great Mother of you who nurtures the world without giving herself away. I call to the Wild Woman of you who belongs to the earth and her body and to the depth of her emotions.
Athena is a gift to us when we need to find order within life. She is a reminder that even for those of us who abhor routine (I count myself among them!) there is a need for some structure to life.
I’m not here for your approving gaze, to satisfy some need of yours, visual or otherwise. No longer content to be the subject of your displaced idea of me.
I’m 39, I still think I’m attractive. There are times when I even feel sexy, dripping with sex, sexy. There are times where I feel like I’m made of marshmallows or puffed up pastries of some sort.
She can tell the difference between being f*cked and being loved and how disproportionate the two are now. Rather than a Goddess she is left feeling like a tool.