I was putting away towels and stuff in the bathroom and looked at myself as I was walking out. "Wow, I look pretty."
That is the first time in a long time I have actually thought that. And ment it.
Usually when i look at myself I see this fat ugly vulgar discusting thing. I never use to feel good about myself or my looks.
I think I have some special people to thank for helping me see that I am indead what they see and not that false image I hold of myself.... Venus and MomI and my Sisters. Thankyou.
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
4-30-11 = Best Day of My Life
You don't know how happy it makes me to hear that you /finally/ see what I, and everyone else, sees. I love you so much girl.
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