passion pour l'écriture

I sat alone in front of my mirror, staring deeply at my flawed body. I stared at my stretchmarks, crawling around my stomach and butt. I stared at my cellulite, poking from within my skin; my bumpy, rough thighs. I squished my belly fat with the palm of my hand as little hairs sprouted all around my body. I hated it, I hated it so much. It was so imperfect. I felt a warmth around my naked body, it was my soul.  "Love yourself" she begged me, "love yourself for you are a masterpiece of natural disasters; the raw human. Love yourself the way no one else can, for you are the carrier of the most beautiful thing the world has to offer, you." I said to myself as I clenched my skin tighter...

Numb.  My mind has become numb, stale to the world around me.  I feel nothing, I feel empty at the superficial world around me; the world that talks about issues that don't particularly bother me. The world that would rather spend months discussing how one should lose weight rather than how one can help change the world. My generation is numb. It became numb the moment we were raised to be mindless robots rather than to make a change.  Numb; where we just don't feel anymore because we've felt too much.  Numb; a feelingless fleeting existence is what we've become.

It's okay to have body hair; its okay to shave the hair off. It's okay to love your stretch marks and cellulite; its okay to use creams to reduce the appearance.  It's okay to keep your hair long and thick; it's okay to keep it short and manageable. It's okay for women to do as they please with their bodies. To not shame a woman for her choices, letting her be beautiful in her own skin is what we as a society should do; as the most beautiful thing a woman wears on herself is confidence.

Love your body.  Your body is a kaleidoscope of agony, pain, scars, marks, stretches and bumps. Your body is the mirage in a desert; every single flaw is beautiful. Every pouch of fat, every little hair sprouting out of your caramel skin; they all make you, you.   Love your body for it has survived natural disasters, heart break, self harm and love.  Love your body, it is the only one we get, the only one that will be there for you through thick and thin.

Words, Letters, Sentences. Being a writer allows one to unlock the world that has been hidden in ones brain. The key to unlock that world lies within the finger tips of the creator, isn't it magical?  How often we doubt ourselves, our abilities to perform, our intelligence and talent; or lack thereof. How often we forget that the world we've created was just waiting to be explored by millions of others; all of this right at our fingertips. And that by itself, is the best gift that a human can possess.