Chaos with Cait

I have lost my sparkle. I have misplaced my shine. Somewhere along the way, I stopped feeling like mine. There are too many days I barely recognize my mind. I am searching for the girl I was, and wondering where she hides.

Salt in my mouth. Wind in my hair. Sun on my skin. Suddenly, I forget my name, and welcome home my soul.

I give black cat energy. And most days, I’m okay with that.

There is something restless in the way you become not once, but time and time again. There is magic in the way that you grow, like roots reaching out to ground themselves before the seasons bloom. You are the beautiful blossom in a world filled with cold. You do not just grow, you insist on it.

Not every flower announces itself. Some bloom just to breathe.

My thoughts are wild rivers. I let them flood, I let them carve new earth.

Women should be able to walk outside after dark without fear that a stranger’s presence will turn freedom into vigilance. Teenage girls should be able to walk down the street, uninterrupted. Without car horns, without catcalls, without being taught that their bodies are public property. Young girls should be able to exist innocently; to grow, to play, to trust, without being groomed, without being preyed upon. We should not have to learn to survive before we learn how to liv