Mom of 4.. date night OOTD
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Mom of 4.. date night OOTD
can’t wait for warmer temps so I can live my best emo girl summer life ☀️🖤
I keep telling myself I’m gonna post every day and I never do ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗
Today's outfit✨
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Hiyaaa guys!! Check out my OOTD!!
Gosh i LOVE this smm!!! ( ^∀^)
Despite The Decay
I wish to bloom like a flower, freely and gracefully, without having that lingering fear of being ripped from my roots, or who might be plotting it from the distance.
I want to spread each of my petals out completely and show my true colors. I want to dance with the wind, feel its warm breeze blow me forward, only for it to gently catch me and bring me back up.
I want to look up at the sun and reach my leaves out to it, and feel the warm beams pull me its way, consuming its love and grace. I knew I’d never felt so alive and safe.
But still, that feeling lingered… the fear of being ripped from my roots, leaving behind important parts of me, the parts that aren’t that clean or pretty, but still who I am deep down.
I wondered, if eyes could admire my delicate petals, my soft colors, and the structure of my stem, if they could also admire my roots and my thorns.
Even if the thorns may poke them and draw blood, even if the soil may get their hands all dirty. I hope, if they can admire the pretty parts of me, then they can also admire my other parts deep down, that aren’t seen, that aren’t as appealing.
I hope, if I’m ever picked, that they’re as gentle with me as the sun and the wind, that they will dig up all my roots, leaving none behind. So then, they will know all my parts well, and I can continue to live longer and shine.
I hope, that when I do start to decay, when my colors slowly fade, I’m not thrown away. I hope I’m still loved just the same as the first day, and the eyes that picked me, that chose me, still admire me in that way… despite the decay.
Haven’t had a chance to wear this skirt yet, so I figured…why not wear it today?