I am slowly growing to love my pale skin, my red hair, and even the little dimple that looks like a broken jig saw on one side of my face when I smile. I’m actually enjoying just waking up and feeling ok with myself, feeling as though I shouldn’t have to compare myself to anyone else, because I AM ME. and only I can do that. I have found happiness by simply learning to love myself a little bit more.
How do you tell someone in words,
that they are your world,
when the words just won’t come out.
The words I wish to speak
are whisked away by the wind
literally taking my breath away,
taking away everything.
NYC street lovin