I come back to read and re-read who I've been, who I am and who I hope to be.
Bridges that have been broken, are beginning to be rebuilt, sllllooowwwlllyy. It's not an easy, nor significant process to anyone but myself. After months of being surrounded by people who seem to know exactly who they are at every exact second, reality has begun to suface again, No one has the capacity to know what every fiber of themselves represent, establish and moderate. After just simply being, it's a good feeling to know community.
So again, society presents it's self like it does every day with unspoken rules. No, I will not be told how to look, dress, smell and even think. Yes, it surrounds us and in a big way is part of who we are. My question is how or even why should anyone believe they are beautiful ever again? This is the horrific outcome of these rules. We've been fed all our lives with lies. You're not good enough, I'm not good enough, we're not good enough.
It's probably time someone told you that you are beautiful. Trends and people and you can all change, but there's one Truth that will never change. And it is promised that we're beautiful and loved unconditionally whether we believe it or not.
If you want to argue that perfect exsists, define it. . .
