I guess my point is that my life is constantly changing, and morphing, and growing into something beautiful.
I hope that I fall in love with someone, I hope I travel everywhere with T, and I hope to find what I want to do with my life, and succeed at it.
My life right now is not something I could have ever pictured in a million years, and I don't think I would want to change a single thing. Every decision, and every heartbreak, and every joy has brought me here to this moment -
I look at myself in the mirror, and I see the same brown eyes I have seen everyday for the past 19+ years, and yet I don't see the same girl who was wishing for an escape. I don't see the same girl who wished every night for God to turn her hair blonde from brown, and her eyes blue. I don't see the girl who wished for her parents to fall back in love again. I don't see the girl who struggled to fit in.
Instead I see me. I see mild acne, and tired brown eyes. I see shoulder length brown hair, and a strong jaw. I see skin pale in the winter, and tan in the summer, and a smile that's slightly crooked. I see a girl whose on the verge of her twenties, with a future that lies ahead, so bright that she can barely see the path. I see a girl who is strong, and yet so very flawed. I see a girl who curses, laughs, cries, screams, and loves.
I see me, and that is enough.
I hope that I fall in love with someone, I hope I travel everywhere with T, and I hope to find what I want to do with my life, and succeed at it.
My life right now is not something I could have ever pictured in a million years, and I don't think I would want to change a single thing. Every decision, and every heartbreak, and every joy has brought me here to this moment -
I look at myself in the mirror, and I see the same brown eyes I have seen everyday for the past 19+ years, and yet I don't see the same girl who was wishing for an escape. I don't see the same girl who wished every night for God to turn her hair blonde from brown, and her eyes blue. I don't see the girl who wished for her parents to fall back in love again. I don't see the girl who struggled to fit in.
Instead I see me. I see mild acne, and tired brown eyes. I see shoulder length brown hair, and a strong jaw. I see skin pale in the winter, and tan in the summer, and a smile that's slightly crooked. I see a girl whose on the verge of her twenties, with a future that lies ahead, so bright that she can barely see the path. I see a girl who is strong, and yet so very flawed. I see a girl who curses, laughs, cries, screams, and loves.
I see me, and that is enough.
