We truly don’t understand how heavy the baggage we carry is until our knee‘s buckle. That’s where She found herself, bloody palms from the straps she finally decided to let go. Severely bruised, yet you can’t see what hurts internally, at least you couldn’t. She hid behind here insecurities with a sour attitude and tight clothes to curve the attention to her curves, I superb. She hid behind the likes and trends just to try to fit in but she continued to stand out. I surrender she weeped, longing for the day she could mourn the soul of who she use to be.
There was darkness before light and although things may look black and white now forgiving yourself adds color.