i wiped the slate clean of 27 years of wanting to be perfect, to be polished, to be good enough.
i let the water wash it all away, and i was left naked without this cloak of manufactured acceptance.
i let the water wash it all away, and i was left naked without this cloak of manufactured acceptance.
i dropped using my hair as the bandage for my poor self-esteem, and i dropped what was left of my subconscious desires to fit into a mold and into a mindset to which i can no longer ascribe.
i decided that i was enough. every part of my body is fearfully and wonderfully and brilliantly made, and everything within the universe is within its confines.
leaving it all behind - the years of shame, of seeking perfection, of wanting to be who i am not - i looked in the mirror and i smiled knowing that no mistakes were made in my creation.