to blossom uninvited
where gardeners would plant,
and prune, and tame
what once was free.
I sometimes feel like that.
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I was thinking about the way media tell women what to do to be beautiful. When women are innately beautiful.
I have failed the media miserably. And yet I have someone who tells me I am beautiful. I have little people who think I am beautiful. And I have people who love me in their lives who don’t even pay attention to what I look like.
Thank you Carolin.
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