The pressure I put on myself to be gorgeous gets heavy at times ,contemplating the shape of my bones , wishing at times I wanted different .
The mountainous burden to be all things to all men is a heavy substance , one that leads to insecurity, anxiety and not appreciating one’s own self for the magic they already are. The undeniable gift that is already inside them (us) do you do this dance as I do , ? I don’t think so is only one me, one you .. do you lose sleep at night thinking of how more you could be?
My spirit is exhausted , and they are other voices inside of me screaming against the walls of all that haunted me , telling me sweetheart you are enough , that you have always been and that every single day of your life is a day to create something noble in your character,something pure ,you can love as much you want to love ,you can forgive as much your body can hold ,you can be joyous and not sad ,passionate and not silent , awake and not asleep in spirit,you can be whatever the hell you want to be , if you want to be gorgeous demand it and take it , it’s yours