My inner child is a brat.

Exploring the inner recesses of my squishy, often fragile heart.

Guess who I found in there? A sweet, shy little girlie.

Sometimes she’s sassy and rude to me, saying things like:

“Who do you think you are?”

“Nobody likes you because you are chubby, and your neck is like a grandma’s.”

Other times she’s terrified and screams,

“Hurry, let’s get out of here!” or “He might be a bad guy!”

But, mostly she just wants to be finally heard. Really heard.

She says:

“Why don’t you ever consider my feelings?”

or “I just need to rest because I’m so freakin tired of trying to please all these dumb people.”

It’s fun getting to know her through Art Journaling. I think she’s sweet and pretty and shy. I want to be her friend.

I’m going to stop demanding her to grow up — and start learning from her.