The past is the past and it shall forever stay there, so onto the present…
She’s beautiful. And when I say beautiful, I mean an unconventional beauty that not everyone will grow to appreciate. She’s roughly 5’3″, with a few curves she sometimes tries to hide. She has her father’s eyes and lips, her mother’s smile and hair, but her laugh and heart? Those can only be attributed to her. She’s wonderfully flawed and delicately made, hopeful for the best yet very aware of the worst that can happen.
My current relationship is with me.
be lying if I said that it hasn’t a been a rocky relationship, because it has. Every relationship has it’s ups and downs, but I got tired of the constant downs and the constant blows I gave myself. It wasn’t till I got out of a long term relationship that I realized that I needed to desperately work on one that was far more important. My relationship with ‘me’ took a turn for the worst during my teenage years. I stopped taking care of me and allowed it to become a habit that I work on every day to break and reverse. I allowed myself to make ‘me’ a “non-factor” and allowed others to reassure me that this action, this belief, was okay. My life slowly became about pleasing others first and not myself. At age 22, I didn’t know who ‘me’ was. I mean, I knew she was bright. I knew of her wants… half of the time. But I couldn’t be sure if it truly was me, or if it was who they (parents, ex-boyfriends, old friends) wanted me to be.
For the past three years I’ve spent time discovering and developing me. I’ve pin-pointed the beliefs that are indeed my own and I have dismissed those, along with people, that are no longer good for my belief system. I’ve come to realize that I am one hell of a woman, and though I do have a few issues left to resolve with ‘me”, it’s nothing a little hard work, perseverance and good ol’ TLC can’t fix.