From Shy To Outspoken

I went from shy to outspoken I have Trixie to thank for it. Trixie was everything I wanted to be but was not. She was loud, proud; self-confidence oozed out of her in every direction. When we were in our early twenty's, Trixie was murdered. This darling, wonderful, everybody-wanted-to-be person was gone. Snuffed out by Devil-Only-Knows-Who. This is when I decided if "they" could get Trixie, they could get anybody including me. I was so shy in those days, I looked down in a mirror. I rarely smiled, afraid to draw attention to myself. I was a young mother of two, and terrified I would die before I ever got to live. I did not have to be Trixie, but I had to live for both her and myself now. I felt this was my mission, my duty, and it became my mantra. I did not change overnight, but I had metamorphosed so completely within six months, that my aunt who has known me all of my life asked my mother "who I was", and truly did not seem to recognize me. We are happy women, Trixie, and I. I feel she is in heaven, cheering me on, loving the fact That her death changed me from an ugly frog into a wonderful, upbeat, happy, inspired, enthusiastic, creative princess.