Anyone who has survived something has an air of that strength around them. I know, because for years I hid my own power to fit in. I was a powerful woman in sheep clothing. But, people could see my inner wolf and the power behind it, better than I could.
They feared it because of their own insecure nature. So they tried to squash me in the sheep costume, which made me more sheepish, which made them squash more, which took me to ‘I’ve had enough’. The costume came off and there was the wolf, still fluffy, very licky and loyal and loving.
