Be Your Own Kind Of Beautiful. You Set The Standard For Yourself. Never Let Anyone Tell You Who You Have To Be. And Remember To Be Gentle With Yourself. Choose To Love Your Flaws. Forgive Your Insecurities, Cause We All Have Them. What Makes You DIFFERENT - Makes You Beautiful. 

Honestly

I waited for you patiently.
I prayed your arrival be safe & adventurous.
I longed for you in my inner chamber, a place reserved only for you.
I bled many nights a tear stained letter.
As the moon reminded me of another day's passing.
Sorrow has been a torturous affair.
I now question your existence.
Have I been a fool?
Have these prayers dissolved before reaching our Maker.
Have I not believed?
What am I lacking?
Am I just too much or simply not enough?
This apartment has become cold, chilled by silence.
An emptiness only love could cure.
I no longer call for you.
I no longer know you.
I am not the girl I used to be.
I hope I'm better.

This Dove Campaign video where they sketch images of a person based on how they describe themselves, and how a stranger describes them brought me to tears. Because the image the individual portrayed of their self was less attractive then the version that the stranger described. I can truly relate. I'm so hard on myself. I would love to see how I would have portrayed myself. I know it's something I really need to work on .. be kinder and more accepting of myself. I need to give the same grace to myself that I give to others, I just haven't figured out how to do that yet. Self acceptance seems to be one of the hardest obstacles I've experienced, but I'm aware of how greatly it would change my life if I did overcome it & accepted myself as I AM.

God created your eyes and lips just to seduce me.

my head hurts and my heart aches, does anyone know the cure?

faded

I used to dream of you in color. Every touch felt like rain from the sunburnt sky. I wanted you to drench my skin with your sweetness of life. I wanted all of you. Your eyes burnt through me like fire, melting deep into the depths of my buried soul. I longed for you. I imagined a world where we were not so far apart, where life was free of these immense distractions, disappointments and doubts, where you weren't afraid to let go and love me. A life where two wounded souls were able to mend into one whole. You completed my vision. You were the one I'd dreamt of as a little girl. You held the key to my missing link. Every moment spent loving you made me more vulnerable and whole. I felt your presence within me, cleansing my fears, turning them into the dreams I had once envisioned. You held me with such strength, your hands felt like that of a warrior, ready to protect, ready to take hold of me. I wanted you to take me. I wanted you to fight for me, but you were broken. I wanted what I could not receive from you, because I too, was broken. These dreams have faded into darkness, only visions of grey remain. It's been so long since I've seen your face. Why do you hide from me? Why, do you reach for another? Everything you never thought you would find, lays dormant here.

I AM

I AM A MASTERPIECE. A work of art. An original. While I was being created I went thru the stress and strain of being formed, I felt uncomfortable in my own skin as it was being stretched & molded, even while I was still broken, I was being mended back together by the ultimate CREATOR, he saw me and said, "This shall be a masterpiece, I will take my time with her, if she will be pliable, I will form her into an outstanding piece, one that will stand tall, firm and strong, she will be desired by the multitudes and bring joy to all who see her." Today, I am still being shaped for that position, but I now understand, it's only because I AM A MASTERPIECE.