I set myself free
Death is absolutely heartbreaking. And, unfortunately, it’s life.
No more dark hair And smooth skin White teeth shining Behind a captivating smile No more firm breasts Or flat stomach And hips that sway with ease No more perusals Up and down my body No more meaningful looks And beguiling words Crushing stares And sentences spoken in silence... No more pressure No more angst … Continue reading Birthday
Live big. Love big.
“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”
... after a long, dark time, something has shifted, which is usually what happens after long, dark times...
I’m Ok. I can breathe. I can breathe.
So if the nice one thinks I’m difficult, it must be true. Which, as it turns out, is bullshit.
I think it all started with Toni Morrison. Or maybe it was the Black Lives Matter movement. Or maybe even Trump. But at some time in the last few years, I have definitely changed.
Every article of clothing I put on was judged harshly in that full length mirror in that tiny stateroom. Lots of big sighs in such a small space.