On Being Somebody…

  
I had a rough day the other day. I didn’t quite feel…beautiful (yikes!). I didn’t like what I saw staring back at me in the mirror. I tried to take the perfect selfie. One that demonstrates just how perfect and beautiful every excruciating detail of my life appears to be. But I’m not perfect. And I don’t turn heads. Or grace magazine covers. But I am a person who is still trying to come to terms with who she is. I guess that never really goes away. But post-30 I can tell you that it really doesn’t matter who or what other people think and say that I am. I get to define who that is. Which, in the grand scheme of things must mean something deep and profound. Like…my existence doesn’t depend so heavily on the thoughts, beliefs, or actions of others. It depends on me. Not only is that priceless, it’s damn beautiful. 😘

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