I M Perfect lady

The kick I had in my gut, I at first named it fear….and then, I thought maybe it was guilt…but today, after letting this sensation ride along for a few days, it felt more right calling it the feelings of Not Being Believed.

To have oodles of writings, musings and prose excavated from my soul, only to have it doubted or disregarded…to be challenged or simply not believed.

I more than likely will not have face to face confrontations, but rather be silently ignored.

The fear of not being believed feels right to me, that my outspokenness will not be heard.  That life will continue on and my voice muted…echoes of my childhood.

Will my ladies bring enough attention?  Is it hard to disregard when Art is carrying my words?  

While the general public and perhaps other victims gaze upon my Art, I wonder what the Believers (FALC Members and other similar churches)will see?  Will siblings wander by…and glance?  What will they see?  

The Story Line quilts and the Lady quilts for that matter, are the essence of me…the vessel that allowed me to express myself, they were the catalyst that allowed me to see inside of me.

When there is doubt and disbelief, it is to not see me…again.

And maybe, the most important person this Art was meant to reach, was me!

Guess it doesn't matter who believes, hears or sees….for I am the most important one who believes in me.