The Cloaking Protector
Welcome back!
If you have worn the cloaking device called obesity for more than many years, you might want to give it a new think. You might want to remember it’s not the you of you. You might want to remember that underneath it IS the you of you, waiting to be unfettered.
It’s an uncomfortable maker. It makes you uncomfortable so that you will do something to stuff its lying mouth that natters and pokes at you until you want to scream or lay down and die. But it is the liar.
You have to let your mind run free in the fields of chamomile and bachelor buttons, soaking up the warm until your soul is free with the freedom of that field.
You have to remember the way it was before the lie sneaked in and covered you. You have to long for, lust for, and blind out everything but how it was before. You have to revel in how it used to feel before the cloaking; shout out the happiness that wandered free and alive; embrace the innocence that needed protecting with the cloaking. You have to run your thumbs over the sweet innocence of her face, let her know you’ll love and protect her, nudge her to come on out.
Who is this you of you? She wants rescued. Come out, come out whoever you are!
Love,
Pat
