Traveling abroad and living overseas has given me insight to how others see my country and I’ve realized just how much of an effect the United States has on the rest of the globe.
Most of the time we don’t fly as high as we could because we are too afraid, we want to dress in a certain way, behave in a certain way and be true to who we are but we throw all that to the side because of “their opinion.”
Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgement.
When what you do isn’t what normal looks like, get ready to be the center of attraction. If you’re wearing little showy clothes and short skirts, they’re going to think you are asking for it. So don’t speak too much, they don’t like that.
Throughout most of my life, I haven’t given much thought to the concept of vigilante justice. To me, that stuff belonged in movies and cheap TV shows, not down at the park on Fourth and Western.
I am not one to evaluate someone else; however, judging myself is an everyday affair.
Because I write when I feel lost; before I’ve figured myself out, before I’ve learned my lesson. I write while still putting the pieces together and a piece, the wrong one, can inspire a plethora of worded emotions to follow.
Yes, it is important to feel beautiful, but it is far more important that we realize we do not need to be validated by anyone but ourselves.
I have a few scars on my back from my own doing. I don’t even realize what I’m doing. But I keep doing it.
“Well you don’t look handicapped.”