Sunday, June 03, 2012
100 word diary ~ 3 June 2012
Most days, I don’t like my face. I don’t like admitting that. When I do, people think I have low self-esteem
or I’m fishing for compliments. But it’s
because most of the time, I don’t see my face but my mother’s. I appreciate her more now but I still don’t want
to be her. I want to be me. I’m slowly getting that life is not about
what I want. But today I looked at my
face and loved it. Sunken half-moons
under my eyes, shaky beginnings of crow’s feet, all of it. I smiled.
And I saw myself smiling.
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You know, I really love your blog. I don't think anything else that I read is so constantly honest.
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