By not expressing who we are through what we wear, we aren’t revealing our true self.
“You aren’t stuck on this,” she said.
Had you slept beside me, I’m absolutely positive you would have heard me laughing in my sleep.
“I’m rubber you’re glue, whatever you say, bounces off of me and sticks to you.”
There is nothing selfish by withholding our own light from leeches. You can’t enjoy life when others suck the life right of you!
My father saw no ceilings for his daughters or sons. His wife who sat directly across the dinner table from him had a different trajectory. My mother’s choices post-highschool were limited to gender-specific roles: teacher, nun, nurse, secretary, or wife.
No, it wasn’t the ending that was caused my grief, it was the beginning that I mourned.
I welcome you to join me as I continue to get comfortable in my own skin, accepting who I am for my own strengths and weaknesses, embracing my current place in this universe and how I can pay it forward, and celebrating this gift of life with my daughter, friends, family, and community.