body appearance

I write my words and wait for them to be read….
and then I wait for them to be understood.

You know whats funny, the issues really aren’t what it was then or what I was then.  Yes, I have had them I have been told some pretty awful things in my life but you build from them and move on.  I am soft and I like that, like me – and I think that is sexy.  I can look in the mirror and not go eww, instead I smile and grin just a bit.  The hardness is a life lived, a past that shapes itself inside of me.  Some days the shadows speak louder than the sun but I only succumb to me, not to who I was or who I am not.  It is me.