reflecting and being honest with myself about my readiness to accept less than I know I need for my happiness and fulfillment instead of confronting something uncomfortable.
Tag: reflections
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Man. Ya hit your mid-30s and the aging process really revs up its ass kicking, huh?
8 years between these two photos – 27 vs 35
Brb, off to inquire about Botox and just how many units one face can stand, slather myself in sunscreen despite it being 10pm at night, then guzzle a gallon of water before my 12-hour beauty rest.
February 12th, 2017 
May 10th, 2025 -
reflections.
There was something unnerving about the way I reveled in my pain.
Alcohol allowed me to reside there permanently.
I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable 