I felt powerful and alive. So I clung to that self-love in the midst of being misunderstood, and made another promise to myself as a reminder of my freedom.
The next promise I would keep was this: “I will jump into a pool. And this baptism will heal me.” I didn’t realize until I started writing this anecdote that swimming would reconnect me with my inner-child, my light and my freedom.
But, on a summer evening that August, I cannonballed into the deep end again. Only this time, I emerged, a goddess, a being united- mind, body, soul.
And every time I jump into water, I emerge in freedom and beauty, fearless and capable of anything.