Car Reg plate yesterday 😊

I'm working with a complex fabric of karma. I'd been very together, very grounded, working to high standards. I overheard the people I work with discussing me as if I were a nothing more than a sex object. That they didn't want because of a physical trait they didn't like. I'd been exceeding expectations for their benefit, yet the perverse mentality could only respond to that by assessing my worthiness as a sex-object. So what for then? 

So now i'm wild glamping and I couldn't give a !^%@! who see's me as what. Drying my undies in the car window as I drive through the streets. Sleeping in the car with my feet hanging out the windows. Brewing up on the road side with a gas stove. Because it doesn't matter what I do or how I do it. As the saying goes. When a pick pocket see's a saint, all they see are pockets. I had been carrying so much shame simply for being a woman. Being a certain way to avoid objectification as an object. And now i'm free of it. And I will free others of it.

 Starsky 🙏