Takin' Back my Stuff

Thirty (It's been that long?) years ago, I was in a play called "For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enough". That has to be one of the most powerful things I have ever participated in. The script was a set of choreopoems, with each part performed by a different woman noted by a different color. I was the Lady in Green. Now the script was full of profanity and my sweet Baptist Momma would not allow me to practice at home. Her respectful and financially-dependent daughter complied in keeping that heathen tongue out of the house. It is said that profanity is the language of anger. This Lady in Green was one angry sister judging from the amount of said heathen tongue coming out of her. You see, somebody took all of her stuff.
Some of you know what I mean, the stuff that made her her. Fashion editors screamed for her to be skinny and eliminate the curves that are common and somewhat definitive of chocolate-covered sweeties. Various parts of society say straight hair is better than the tightly-curled strands God gave me. Too many men have been taught by too many women that abuse is okay. I am so over all of the that, and more.
Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so. I'm taking my stuff back. I am learning more and more to like my curves, let my curls fly, and say no to any form of abuse or put-down whether directed at me or women in general. I no longer give permission for anyone to make me feel less than I am. I take back the right to enjoy my own company and leave the door open for God to move on in and take up permanent residence. I further choose to raise my son by the move of the Holy Spirit, and not the opinionated souls that do not have privy to the challenges that we face. No apologies for it.
Yeah, I'm taking my stuff back and going to relax with a glass of Southern sweet tea.