i am grateful.

i am grateful.

i am grateful for the discomfort the wonderful blissful discomfort that keeps me squirming on questions i am grateful for the questions, the asking, the search. the way my mind cannot sit still and tells stories like a choose-your-own-ending mystery book i loved...
I Am Pretty.

I Am Pretty.

I’m pretty. I am really pretty. I am pretty and I apologize for it all the time. It’s taking everything in my power not to do it now. See, look? There I go again. The apologies and the excuses, I am so sick of them. Negating it when I feel less than...