Trauma work is glamorous. And I mean that literally
Although not in the traditional way that we think about it
Glamour is a feeling state. It is owning whatever room you walk into. It’s refinement. It’s timeless. It’s bold. It’s provocative. It is a force that compels you
Trauma work is owning your life, all the ways you have both struggled + prevailed, all you have knowingly or unknowingly taken on, all you seek to set aside. It is not for the faint at heart. It is dramatic. It is uncompromisingly honest + hopeful
It is reshaping yourself again + again
It is claiming the ultimate say in who you are
It is bigger than life, than your life
It is what came before + what will come after
It is a legacy
It is also mundane
It happens in the day to day, in the small moments. In the speaking when we would rather be silent, in the staying and repairing when it would be easier to withdraw, in saying our tender truths to ears we hope will hold us
It can be exasperating, and, at times, unspeakably painful
But is an effort to take deep pride in rather than shame
It might not feel like a glamorous gig, but it is structuring inside of you something unabashedly authentic, robust, + striking
If, when you read this, today is a hard day, may you remember to lift your chin + chest a little higher and hold that quiet work you do when the world isn’t looking with tremendous honor + love + maybe even a little va va voom