The description of fierce as “menacingly wild*” seems to apply to me since the way I expressed myself has often times been on the fringes,
if not in outright opposition, of society’s norms. That never changed, but as a child I stood in that power, ignorant of my defiance, willfully being Amy. When I turned sixteen/seventeen I felt the full force of a cultural reprimand. Quickly I attempted to adopt the subservient ways of a lady. The first thing to go, healthy boundaries. That rejection of self, and disconnect from my true nature, did its damage.
I was still me, but not all of me, not loving me me. Yes, that's me in the sunglasses.