Sometimes life throws a curve ball at you; to show you how beautiful you really are, it shows you how ugly you could be. Most of you don't know this but I had to cut my trip short with my mom because of a medical issue that that popped (this is puny) up over night. My face broke out really really bad, to the point where it hurt, and it felt like the touch of a feather would rip my skin just to brake the tension. While this was going on I felt repulsive, and monstrous, so I din't want to go out and enjoy the three thing I love most, my Family, the sun, and the ocean, because I was afraid of what people would think. I was ashamed of what I looked like, I was angry that it happened, I was angry because I was angry, I was sad because I felt helpless, the torrent of emotions rampage through me unbridled and without control. But in the last 3 days, between the love of my mom, the love of my Sister Sara, some very strange conversations with my friend Rob, and watching some videos from Sean Stephanson I think I finally got it. That what I "LOOK" like, weather I have make-up on and get all dolled up, or none at all and a pair of sweats. It doesn't matter if I weigh 260 Lb or 160 Lb, if my face is a bit red in the cheeks, or all over and blistered, that NONE of that MATTERS as long as I stay true to WHO I AM, because I may not be the perfect example of our beauty standards on the outside, but I sure as hell outshine 90% of the cover models on the inside. Because I am not shallow, I am not greedy, and I am NOT conceded, what I am is Loving, Compassionate, and Genuine, and to me those are far more precious than any beauty standard out there. If you read this far, thank you, and know that I LOVE you and accept you for who are.
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March 2018
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