“Have no fear of perfection- you’ll never reach it.” - Salvador Dali.
I spent a lot of time letting the opinions of others under my skin, not accounting for the fact that those opinions weren’t very credible to the situation or valuable to my growth. I was in a relationship that lead me into a community so reminiscent of my adolescent years being bullied through school that it felt normal, yet always uncomfortable. Emotionally abusive back and forth behavior continuously excused or agreed with by people around them. But are those people I want around ME? No!
I spent so much time of my life, even now currently as I write this, feeling like I can’t share my voice; how could I possibly begin to sum it all up? How do you condense a 12 year eating disorder, rape, toxic relationships into hope and motivation to help others out of it? How can I share anything without being judged even on a topic of feeling judged!? You open up, but god is it terrifying.
I can’t waste anymore time censoring what I share for the comfort of others. Art and healing cant be if not expressed so I’ve been letting in my wounds and embracing them, seeing from viewpoints not tainted, healing and burning off these scars like the Phoenix I’ve always been. 🎇🔥💥 Unapologetic.