Love can simply look like you.
Mistake is my middle name.
May is mental health awareness month. Use this time to bring awareness to mental health, and the way we see it in this world. Together we can make a change.
I wish I would have grown up in a world where being beautiful wasn’t the most sumptuous thing I could be. That the words I dropped from my tongue held more weight than the color of my hair. Or the measurement of my waist.
There is an overwhelming beauty in authenticity, even when that authenticity is paired with sorrow. To constantly radiate your true colors is to live consciously.
Because the relationship you have with yourself is the only one that was guaranteed to be. It doesn’t burn out. It doesn’t fade away. It is the foundation in which all other love stems from.
You are me, and I am her, and she is you.
I am a woman who chooses not to rush. I take my heart seriously and I love fiercely, but I refuse to settle.
Can you handle a heart like mine? A mouth that spits fire, and a mind that creates magic. Because that’s what I want.
Aging is delicate and powerful, and inevitable. Why hide that?