What All Girls "Should" Be

Recently, I was given the message that I was to share a very intimate part of myself here online, on my blog.  I was told, in more ways than one, that it was time to share some of my stories, some of my patterns, and some of the woundings of my past.  When I began to receive these messages, I was horrified.  Surely, I was getting something wrong.  I must have been hearing incorrectly.  Why would Spirit expect me to lay it all out there for anyone to see and judge?  I'd come so far past all of these old ways of being.  I'd let them go.  

Or so I thought.

What good could possibly come from me word-vomitting up my past?  What would be the point?

I tried to deny it.  Ignore it.  But over and over, the signs showed up.  

So, here it is: pieces of my past, pieces of my heart, and the not-so-pretty scars and stories that have wound their way through my existence in this lifetime.