I know, I know. It has been AGES. Listen before I hear all the griping, I’ve got to tell you about something. These last couple (HA! Couple? SEVERAL) months have been a ROLLERCOASTER. I promise I’ll get to that this week. HOWEVER, I have, have, have to mention what I have been up to besides the normal grown up things. Continue reading
To my sister:
First, how did it happen? How did you go from putting your bangs in a colita, to using hair straighteners, and MAC Cosmetics? How is it possible to hold on to time so that you can stay this way forever? If I could, I’d stop it. Right now. There are so many things left unsaid each and every day. So here’s my way of summarizing it, before you grow up even more. Continue reading
Hola Gente Bella!
I guess I ruined the surprise with my title, but still, guessssss whaaaaaat!??! Continue reading
Why do we rely on reflections to rate our beauty? Why do we trust so much in a reflection? Dirty mirrors make us think dirty things about ourselves. Why do we let a simple reflection determine whether we’re ‘pretty’ enough, ‘skinny’ enough, or even good enough? Why do we allow ourselves to be wounded by our reflection? To be stabbed at something that just stares back at us?
Darling, you’re good enough. You’ll always be.
Tell me who taught you that your beauty can be determined by a dirty mirror. Tell me who it was that put that filthy thought in you.
A dirty mirror will never be able to go into your soul and tell you that you are perfect. Nor will a clean mirror. Because honey, no piece of glass could ever be clean enough to show you how truly beautiful you really are.
So, if you don’t like your reflection; its okay. Don’t buy another mirror. Simply clean it. And I don’t mean the mirror, sweetheart. Clean the reflection. Clean the soul in that reflection. Clean it from those thoughts, because you are beautiful. No matter how dirty you feel, you are truly, amazingly gorgeous. And I promise you, that smile of yours, gosh, it kills us all.
Think beautiful, talk beautiful, be beautiful -wait, you already are.
Girl, put the mirror away. You have it all.