I’m a different kind of predator – not the hungry shark, but the lioness.
I am warm hunger, stalking my prey and calculating my moves, waiting for my moment – I am not raw power, cold, striking when the opportunity is in front of me. It took me a long time to realize I wasn’t your prey, but my own kind of hunter.
Call it the lack of self esteem or the picture you painted in my head, but I used to think I was simple fish against the mighty shark. Anything you needed tugged at my heartstrings. So much for independence – that was all in my head, too.
I am the queen of the forest, and my chin will never again be pointing down.
