I'm a single mother. I'm bipolar. I'm 21. I don't give a damn what that makes people think. I have a horrible past, some of which I may share here. I have a brilliant future. This is my journey of self healing :)
Saturday, November 10, 2012
No.
You know what guys, I'm not dumb. I'm me. I'm 21 and I'm flying so high I can't feel my feet beneath me. I can laugh freely, especially at myself. Most days I'm responsible. I give with everything I've got. I'm beautiful, even with my face all messed up. My soul is beautiful. I'm a free bird. That's just part of me. I'm generous and kind, yes I can have a temper. When I laugh, I can feel the electricity coursing through me. Life. Energy. This is me. I'm amazing just the way I am. Yea, there are skeletons in my closet. But I wear my heart on my sleeve, you can look in my eyes and see every emotion I'm feeling right there on my face. I love me, just they way I am. Mistakes and all. I'm open and trusting, I'm loyal and dependable. I attract people to me because I'm so open and free and REAL. I am me, and I'm not afraid to be me. I says what's on my mind, even when I shouldn't. I can be a lady but not even a second later roll around in the mud. I love laughter, I love life. And yea, it's complicated sometimes but that just makes me love it even more. If I'm honest with myself I'll tell you that I love the complications. I love the challenges in my life, they've just made me stronger, more beautiful. I'm aware of my strengths, I work on my weaknesses. There's a part of me that is so childlike it's humorous. Sometimes my abrasive ness comes on too strong, makes people wonder what I'm hiding. But I'm too honest to deceive them of anything. I am who I am. If I want something, I go for it. I'm not one to sit back and wait for life to come to me. I chase dreams, I fall in love when I know I shouldn't, I will forever be searching for something. It's a fact I'm coming to terms with. I'd say I've come to terms with it but I know it's something I'm going to continue to struggle with. And I'm okay with that. I'm not gorgeous, but I am pretty. People are often times more attracted to my personality than my body. I like it that way. I'm carefree, caring, at times completely irrational. But it's all part of what makes me who I am. And tonight, I'm at peace with myself. Lord it's a miraculous feeling :) now I'm going to go take me a bubble bath and marvel in the beauty of being such the strange woman I am.
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