Jul 6, 2016
Skin can act like junk sometimes, but it need not be that way. This is what I do to help mine chill out. Hope it helps someone, somewhere, somehow.
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Skin can act like junk sometimes, but it need not be that way. This is what I do to help mine chill out. Hope it helps someone, somewhere, somehow.
Lone.
You wrap your arms tightly around your legs. You're alone. To yourself, in the quiet, you recite the prayer your mother had lovingly taught you. You let in the stranger she had warned you about, but it wasn't your fault... He drew you in with jazzy melodies, and a mischievous gaze that promised to introduce you to universes and a life unbeknownst to you. But, look at you - you're alone. In a desolate place. You cry out loudly, with the hope that help will come, but the only sound returned to you will be all the words that had hurriedly leapt out your mouth seeking aid now thrown back at you by the walls disgusted by the desperation that has come to call your skin home. You're alone. Muttering your mother's words. His entry, the unravelling of every "self-love affirmation" your mother had kindly weaved. You're alone... In a poorly lit room, with only the shards of your broken heart now scattered across the floor for company. All you had ever wanted was to be seen...
..when I started to know my worth, I was able to manifest what was worthy of me.
Mari Malek, for StyleLikeU
The Unknown.
If it took a thousand series of unfortunate events to bring us to this here place, I'd pray that they happen a thousand times more, just to be handed the freedom to lay my eyes on your face repeatedly. A muted love. A gushing of emotions unknown to me that come to the fore upon seeing you. You: extraordinary. Me, hoping, one of these days, my name will be the sound that carries peace and love to you. Love, The unknown.
Anyone who breathes most likely has dreams they'd like to achieve. Unfortunately, many of us give in to the voices of insecurity that - ever so enthsiatically - never fail to remind us of our shortcomings. Yes, you might not have the complete skill set to get to where you would ultimately like to be. Yes, you might too not have all the resources required either, but what is of pivotal importance is that you start somewhere. There was a period when the greatest knew nothing at all, yet passion, self-belief, and resilience set such people apart from those who just don't. There will ALWAYS be a reason not to pursue your dreams, fear will always rear its head - yours is to do it anyway. Earth has never, and will not ever, have the honour of having your feet walk atop it - amazing, isn't it? So, go do your thing, wena boo! Slay. Tsubilana.