Feb 2021
When I was a child I was the ugly duckling personified. My days and nights were filled with dreams of being breathtakingly beautiful, a sight for sore eyes.
When I became a woman, I realised that Tv, magazines and movies had lied. I’m breathtakingly beautiful yes, but there’s a hole in my soul I have to perpetually hide.
When I was a child I’d scoff at those who said beauty was pain. My conditioned brain found this notion absurdly insane. I maintained that if I was ever breathtakingly beautiful, I’d never have the audacity to complain!
When I became a woman, all my breathtaking beauty ever bought me was pain. Ironically with every heartbreak I became even more beautiful, but inside my soul I am tormented by demons bearing my ex lovers names.
When I became a woman, I realised that Tv, magazines and movies had lied. I’m breathtakingly beautiful yes, but there’s a hole in my soul I have to perpetually hide.
When I was a child I’d scoff at those who said beauty was pain. My conditioned brain found this notion absurdly insane. I maintained that if I was ever breathtakingly beautiful, I’d never have the audacity to complain!
When I became a woman, all my breathtaking beauty ever bought me was pain. Ironically with every heartbreak I became even more beautiful, but inside my soul I am tormented by demons bearing my ex lovers names.
