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A Masterpiece In Progress
There are days when I look in the mirror, and all I can see are the things I wish I could change. My skin feels tired, scarred by imperfections that catch the light in all the wrong ways. My body feels like a stranger some days, soft in places I wish were firm, tired in ways I can't always understand. My hair, unruly and stubborn, never seems to listen to me. I look at myself, and a familiar sigh slips out—I’m a mess.
But then there are other days. Days when I throw my hair up in a messy bun, slip on an oversized T-shirt, and catch a glimpse of myself in passing. I see my skin, maybe not flawless, but glowing in its own way. Maybe there's a pimple here and there, but it doesn’t bother me as much as it usually does. My reflection isn’t perfect, but it feels *real*—and real feels… beautiful.
I think it's normal to swing between these feelings. To sometimes ache over the things that don’t seem “right” and to have moments of pure, unfiltered acceptance, where we catch ourselves just as we are and feel a spark of affection. That back-and-forth, the messy up-and-down—it’s okay. It’s part of the journey, not something broken or wrong about us. This, I’m learning, is what it means to be human, to be a woman, to live in a body that changes, a face that shows life’s wear and tear.
For any woman who feels this same push and pull, just know—you’re not alone. We’re all just learning to love ourselves in pieces, in phases, sometimes slowly, sometimes all at once. And on the days you feel like a mess, remember that even then, there’s a kind of beauty in you that isn’t dimmed by a pimple or an extra curve. You’re a masterpiece in progress.
This poem, inspired by my own piece "Where Silhouettes Meet", reflects the bittersweet emotions of a past connection—those brief yet unforgettable moments spent with someone who filled a space in your life but was never fully yours. It explores the mix of longing, hesitation, and unspoken boundaries in a relationship that’s both close and distant. The poem brings to life the tension of holding on to something fleeting yet deeply felt, capturing the pull between staying and letting go. 𓇢𓆸✨
*Dare You to Move* draws me near,
to nights wrapped soft in shadowed fear,
when city lights, in distant gleam,
stretched skyline edges like a dream.
Beneath dim lamps, we’d softly pace,
our steps in time, yet held in space—
a fragile closeness, bittersweet,
where hearts drew near, but did not meet.
In his room, with cluttered air,
and tangled sheets that held us there,
I’d reach, then still my restless hand,
as if a touch might break the sand.
In silence close, apart we'd stay,
each filling space that slipped away,
while that soft song urged us to feel—
to move, to hold, to know what’s real.
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕄𝕖𝕖𝕥
It was the quiet hum of *Dare You to Move* that always pulled me back to those nights—the nights spent crossing the city to be with him.
The skyline stretched into silhouettes, like the memories themselves: hazy, softened by the distant glow of headlights and street lamps. My heart would beat faster as I moved through the night, drawn by a feeling I couldn’t fully name but always knew.
We’d walk under those faded orange street lights, our footsteps echoing in tandem yet always with a small space between us. There was comfort in the closeness and distance both, a silent understanding that this was temporary—a gentle, aching boundary I felt even as we were side by side.
In his room, surrounded by his unmade bed and stray clothes, I’d let myself melt into the connection. There was a warmth there, yes, and a kind of happiness, but mostly a quiet sadness—a sadness that seemed to settle in the shadows. I’d reach out to touch him, but a strange fear would hold me back, as if by pressing too close I’d fracture something fragile in myself. My hand would hover.. retreating.. understanding that this was as close as I could allow.
We’d drift together and apart, filling the empty spaces without quite filling them. And through it all, that song played in my mind, daring me to move..
to feel..
to let go..
or hold on tighter.
And yet, all I could do was live in the in-between, wrapped in a feeling that was fleeting but deeply rooted, something casual and yet unforgettable.

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"The Ripple Effect of Emotions"
It’s interesting how easily feelings can get tangled up. Confessing love after turning someone down really complicates things, especially when it involves nudging others to share their feelings. Seeking validation in this way can create confusion and unnecessary drama, ultimately impacting everyone involved.
It’s important to recognize the boundaries of existing relationships and the potential harm that comes from crossing them. Instead of stirring the pot, it might be time to reflect on your actions and how they affect others. Prioritizing respect and understanding can lead to healthier connections and prevent unnecessary conflict. Ultimately, stepping back and considering the bigger picture could make a world of difference.
Life's short, focus on the things that really matter. 🫶✨
This video was recorded on 06/07/2023 after a client interview, capturing one of the challenging moments in my transition as a corporate employee to freelancing. I had times when I seriously considered giving up, but I kept pushing ahead. Every small step made a difference, and I made it through!🥹
If you're going through something similar, just know that you'll come out stronger too! 🫶✨

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life will start over again many times
nothing stays the same
if you do not learn to embrace change
you will fall behind
and a whole new set of problems will arise
appreciate the now
learn from the now
it wont last forever
I believe there is such a thing as over sheltering your child. As someone who was raised in an extremely strict, extremely religious, over controlling, over sheltered home - I realized as an adult how unnecessarily unprepared it left me in certain areas of life and how much damage it causes emotionally being unprepared to face them.
You can protect a child from objectively bad things, but stopping a child from living and experiences hinders their growth. There are certain situations they need to face and be exposed to in order from them to grow as individuals. Situations that parents, even if they lived forever, could not protect you from.
i am so much more than what i am perceived n that’s what people can’t wrap their heads around
As I scrolled through the pictures I posted years ago, I couldn’t help but notice the smile on my face. Those moments were captured during the lowest points in my life, yet the joy I projected seemed genuine. It's amazing to see how far I've come. I've made significant progress in my healing journey from the traumas and struggles that once held me back.
I remembered the countless times I told myself to just keep going, believing that happiness was waiting on the other side of my pain. Today, I can genuinely feel it.. the real joy that those old smiles barely reflected. Each photo serves as a reminder of my resilience and how, even in darkness, I was planting the seeds of hope. 🌈✨

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Not caring what other people think is the best choice you will ever make.