words are not enough
sorry this could turn out to be self gratification narrative but I think you understand were I am coming from and maybe even you will have the same feelings.
Sometimes words are not enough when I stumble across a photo that shows me as I dreamed I would look/
Like all of us normally we only ever see ourselves looking back at us from the mirror or the photo before us.
Yeah we might have more hair than normal and redder lips and of course our complexation will be less grey and blotchy but the girl before us in our eyes is still us.
In the image above I don't see me I see a woman, a girl who is real and has a life, she is the kind of woman I could see myself being attracted to .
Her playful flirty pose coupled with her devilish cheeky look is a million miles away from who I know she really is.
Yet she is me, I am confused on a daily basis with this life of mine but an image like this puts me in such a spin for everything I know is true becomes false.
Those curves are not mine her assets are real (oddly)
her face isn't mine. who have I become ?
What I cannot put into words is just how very totally complete I feel when I see myself like this, when I catch a glimpse in a window or mirror when I am out and all I see is a woman I get the feeling of walking on air of being a goddess ( yeah in my dreams lol). Is it no wonder then that being who people think I am has become dull and draining.
Yep I love this woman she has given me the life I longed for she has helped me express a side to my personality that makes me a better person.
words are not enough
sorry this could turn out to be self gratification narrative but I think you understand were I am coming from and maybe even you will have the same feelings.
Sometimes words are not enough when I stumble across a photo that shows me as I dreamed I would look/
Like all of us normally we only ever see ourselves looking back at us from the mirror or the photo before us.
Yeah we might have more hair than normal and redder lips and of course our complexation will be less grey and blotchy but the girl before us in our eyes is still us.
In the image above I don't see me I see a woman, a girl who is real and has a life, she is the kind of woman I could see myself being attracted to .
Her playful flirty pose coupled with her devilish cheeky look is a million miles away from who I know she really is.
Yet she is me, I am confused on a daily basis with this life of mine but an image like this puts me in such a spin for everything I know is true becomes false.
Those curves are not mine her assets are real (oddly)
her face isn't mine. who have I become ?
What I cannot put into words is just how very totally complete I feel when I see myself like this, when I catch a glimpse in a window or mirror when I am out and all I see is a woman I get the feeling of walking on air of being a goddess ( yeah in my dreams lol). Is it no wonder then that being who people think I am has become dull and draining.
Yep I love this woman she has given me the life I longed for she has helped me express a side to my personality that makes me a better person.