One day, I'm going to love myself fully. Down to the nitty gritty, to the curves on my face. I'm going to scream until I'm red in the face and I won't do this I'm hiding. In plain sight, I want you to see me unravel. I'll lose my voice only to recover what was buried this whole time. I won't play nice, because there's an injustice in being described as the most generic word ever. Nice. I like lasting impressions. I'm going to know what it feels like to pull my hair back and not succumb to hairstyles that hide parts of me. One day God will provide that extra inkling that I need for the full embodiment of what is me. This will happen in my lifetime. I hate hiding. I hate pretending. I hate wasting energy on anything but productivity of the soul and self- fulfillment. I will uplift myself, I must. I will find that pot of gold, with a lot of digging and patience. I will be stretched thin so God can use every last inch of my flesh before it is disintegrated. This will happen in my lifetime. One day, I will have had accomplished these things to further confirm the conquering promised to me. The earth is small compared to the multitudes of what arise within us, there is much to sustain. Yes we are great, not only in number but in value. One day you will see me scream and shout and cry and fall to my knees and not feel pity or worry or shame. You will stand and applaud and wait for the day where you have the courage to do the same.