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Suit: Zara, Makeup: Artistry By Camille, Photography: Scott Simon (iHeartNola)
I’m still here
Despite how they want to regulate my body
Despite how they feel about my skin
I’m still here, even though they don’t want me to be
I’m still here, even though they can’t see me
I’m still here
Aside from the attempts to erase me
Aside from how that benefits you
I’m still here, even though I’m exhausted
I’m still here, even though I’m crying
I’m still here...
Shirt & Jeans: Madewell, Photographed by Me.
Fall back to spring forward
Losing my mind, to find peace
Losing my heart, to find love
Losing my relative, to find family
Falling back without a net
Springing forward without direction
No map for this route
Free-flowing guidance by the grace of my spirit
Craving for me to live
Waiting for me to let go
Granting me permission to fall...
Photography by Clint Blane, Pantsuit by West London Boutique
I am but a group of lengthy lines
Extending from one end to another,
From top to bottom,
One point to the other,
My lines are fine...
My body is but a stroke of my maker's genius.
Sketched with extension and full intention.
Drawn so beautifully imperfect,
With soft shadows and harsh highlights.
Contouring the pain and the glory.
My lines look fine...
You may find my lines bold and sharp,
Or maybe staggered and dashed.
They may be pulled every which way.
Or tightly wound and spun around me.
They may be stretched or strained,
But my lines...they stay fine...
Sometimes my lines move gracefully.
Swaying softly to melodies of the Universe.
Swindling around in pirouettes,
Perfectly posed and poised.
Strikingly statuesque
My lines...
They are sensual, they are strong, they run everlastingly.
They intermingle, they untwist, they are elastic.
They bend, they curve, they intertwine.
My lines are FINE.
This month I took a weeklong vacation to Las Vegas, Nevada in celebration of my 31st birthday. Wait...31?? Like whaaaaaa?? Maaaan...I know how I got here, but I had no idea that I would become the woman that I am right now.
I visited a dear friend who lives there and also happened to be celebrating a birthday. Together we had some beautiful outdoor excursions. We drank, we laughed [ALOT], we road-tripped to see mountains and canyons, we hiked in 113 degree weather [LAWD!], we swam, we ate [ALOT], we smoked on the hood of her car watching the sun set over Lake Mead. We had some of the most humbling and breathtaking moments that I 've ever experience. This trip was a much needed break from the heaviness of my adult life. I did everything I wanted to do and then some. My birthday trip could not have been any better and I'm so grateful for everyone that shared their love with me. Heres to Thirty ONEderful!
