Happy Birthday to A Womyn's Ecdysis

A Womyn's Ecdysis is one year old.

That one year has changed my life. Oh, how trite that sounds!

Let me provide evidence.

Before
Wavering in writer's confidence
Alone
Visions without beams
Strong, but without conviction
Intimidated
Docile

After
Certain I have something to contribute to this world and I indeed will contribute
Met and keep in touch with fabulous WOC bloggers around the globe
Visions with supportive beams
Strong, able, convinced I am purposeful and of use
Learning without assuming I'm the most naive and unrealized person in the room

The internet can be a place of cyber crap, highlighting the most unforgiveable and nastiest tidbits of the human race. On any given minute, you can find oppression in pictures, words, power dynamics, and exploitation.

Or it can be a place of establishing community, exchange of ideas, organization and mobility. The lost turn to it's last hope and my experience has generated a long list of other women writers who did not find their haven in the offline world, in their real names. They were turned away, dismissed, ignored, and overseen. For whatever reason, they turned to express it and I am now one of them.

Sudy is a womyn I have dreamed of for a long time. She is me, sometimes the best part of me who has waited her whole life to carve a small place to have her say with the world. This one year of revelation has not only shown the world who I am, I have shown myself who I want to become.

Happy Birthday, A Womyn's Ecdysis.