Why can’t we just…be?
At 2 am this morning I gave up the battle with insomnia after lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts racing.
It was time to acknowledge that sleep was again elusive, a fickle lover for at least the next few hours.
My thoughts kept getting ensnared in a topic that I have known for weeks that I really need to write about.
Not going to be easy.
Not going to be pretty.
I actually brought the box of tissues with me to the keyboard before I even put the jazz on, before I even struck a key on the keyboards.
It is time to get real about beauty.
I should preface this with the disclaimer:
I can only speak for myself.
But something tells me that I am not alone in this deeply ambivalent battle with my own self-esteem. The woman in me lives in lifelong tension with…
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