Impostor syndrome…

Hidden for many years,

closeted, I stretch my arms,

flex my legs and wonder,

am I an imposter in my ow skin?

I own my fullness now,

but still a voice stirs within,

impostor it cries,

you are an impostor in your own skin,

how could you stay so hidden,

how could you hide for so long????

I have explanations,

I have been one who has hidden from many things,

felt the crushing weight of shame

too often,

declared myself





but now I stretch my arms, and

flex my legs,

and in my heart I try to fill the voids

left by being un-everything…

I am not an impostor in my own skin,

but I am new-born,


a little shaky on my legs,

and while I stretch my arms

there is still space for them to fill,

but, I am not an impostor in my own skin,

I have a voice, at last, and I will use it,

I am not unlovable,

I am not unacceptable,

I am not underserving,

or, unworthy!

I am fearfully and wonderfully made,

and I stand with my sisters, my brothers, my siblings and others…

we are here, and we will not be ashamed!

About Sally C

How do I describe myself, I am not what I do, (I am a Methodist Minister), I am not who I am related to (I have 5 wonderful children, 2 lovely granddaughters and 2 lovely grandsons). I am a seeker truth, a partaker of life in all it's fullness and a follower, sometimes stumbling, sometimes celebrating of the Christian pathway. I seek wholeness, joy and a connectedness to all things through a deep reconciliation with the God whose love blows my socks off! I love walking, swimming and photography, I dabble with paint and poetry...
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