Within her body and out of it. She looks downward; She looks inward. Cold and wet, her face hardens. She removes it...
I am beautiful. I am unique. A hot mess. A feminine mystique
To be in and to be out I brace myself for the impact. The struggle. The tiresome absolution is real.
We have forgotten. What is real. The feelings that you aspire. The person you want to become. We have forgotten.
No more. Will any of you take and take and take and take and take! My kindness. My appeal. My spirit. My sense of self.
Love me as if love was all about starting over. Love me stranger like I’ve learned to love myself.
Starting over isn’t just about moving to another state, neighborhood, or house, changing careers, getting rid of fake friends or terrible spouses, or about running away. Starting over is a state of mind. It means that when something has finished, something new must and will inevitably begin, and you are making the choice to start over as a person that directs the journey for what that new beginning will look like.
Sometimes the best advice you can follow, is the advice given to you by your own heart and experiences. Sure. Take the advice and see if it works. If it doesn’t, it’s okay—toss it out! Forge your own journey, find your own way. At least, even if you’re alone, you truly know yourself, what you stand for, what you can tolerate, and what you can’t.