Who told you that you were naked?


The man and his wife heard the sound of God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from God among the trees of the garden.

But God called to the man, “Where are you?”

He answered, “I heard you in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid.”

And the Lord God said, “Who told you that you were naked?”

The Holy Bible | Genesis


Haven’t I told you
Don’t run away from me
You’ll find me like a fountainhead
Wherever you go in this mirage

Even if you leave me
With anger for a hundred thousand years
You’ll finally return
Since i’m your final home

Haven’t I told you
Don’t be fooled with
The spangles in life
I’m your final fulfillment

–Rumi, “Haven’t I Told You” | The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing


We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world […] And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

–Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”


Who told you that you were inadequate?

That your desires were sickening?
That your ambitions were trite?
That your needs were un-meetable?
That love only comes when you do something right?

Who told you that your eyelids weren’t worthy of framing your vision?
To pour bleach in the bathtub to lighten your skin?
That your legs were monstrous, instead of miracles in motion?
That the gap between your teeth warranted anything but awe?

Who tore up your trust?
Who extinguished your faith?
Who duped you into thinking that you are not stardust?

Who filled your head with this crushing cacophony?
Who led you away from your center, your light?
Who groomed you for fear, and silence, and shame?

Who’s stopping you, now?

This is your game.


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Beautiful. Beautiful passage, quotations, artwork, and thoughts. Thank you for this post. I have to say that “your legs were monstrous, instead of miracles in motion” resonates with me, as I have belly-ached about my thighs for decades, but am trying to recognize the blessing they are for their strength to carry me through my life! And “who told you that your ambitions were trite?” Why do I tell myself this? How counter-productive to what I love to do!

Beautiful stuff.

Thank you so much, Alex.

Who are you?

You make my day with every new post.

Seriously. Long live Unicorns. And this blog

musing about just this very thing this morning and thinking, in a nutshell, how much more we enjoy life and how much more we serve, when we aren’t draining our energy away in changing who we are are? Ta girl, good to learn from you!

ANDRIA :: isn’t it funny, to agonize over our biological thighs, when there are women with prosthetic legs, who adore their bionic limbs? Perspective.

J :: Gosh, thanks. I think unicorns live forever, no?

JENNIFER :: Mmm-hmm! I think transformation is all about intent and emotion. Like, “I’m going to the gym, because I ADORE my body, and stretching and toning makes me feel even more vibrant and strong!” vs. “I’m going to the gym, because I HATE my body, and will do anything to shave away this hideous flesh.”

Same action. Different experience.

Alexandra Franzen on Jun 20, 2011 Reply

Mmmm hmm. I’m so here and so needed this at the same time. I love this, felt it and needed it. the word “trite” sticks out for me. The skin bleaching piece reminds me of the first time I sold stuff and someone told me that people wouldn’t buy from someone who looked like me…it reminds me of other stuff too…I know you aren’t really asking who, but it’s the well meaning. It’s the, “honey let me tell you this before you think too big” person who gently touches your shoulder and tells you…”not you”. It’s the voices that used to belong to others, but now live inside and repeat the tired refrain.

“This is your game.” Yes! OK. I can absorb this. I can play my game!! Merci :)

I was wondering when people were going to start commenting! This post meant so much to me — right down to the skin-bleaching (how many years did I use skin-whitening lotion that my mother bought for me from overseas?). And it is perfect for right NOW in my life. Yiss.

JEN :: Glad you’re playing…YOUR game.

ESME :: “Yiss” is my new favorite affirmative. Except for my ol’ Kiwi standby, “Yuss!”

Alexandra Franzen on Jun 21, 2011 Reply

This. Is. Beautiful. I’ve always loved that quote by Marianne Williamson. And I love love love your poem at the end. Thank you for sharing this. xo

What a stark and striking way to wake up. Good morning. You’ve begun quite a day.

Geez, that’s unbelaievlbe. Kudos and such.

I was just directed to this post and your blog via Liv Lane’s e-course. Gotta say, I kinda want to be your best friend now.

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