Lately, I’ve been wondering who I am as not only a writer but as a person. None of you know anything about me, and you go based blindly on my word. But how does that make me feel? Listen, or reading rather, the words of essentially a ghost. I wonder, do you hear my writing in your head, if so, what do I sound like?
Truthfully, I hate the sound of my voice, however, my boyfriend loves it, he says my voice is soft and soothing. Do you like your voice, or do you prefer the tiny little voice that’s reading this in your head?
What about your lips? Do you think they’re too big or too small? I think mine are slightly too large, and only look flattering when they are covered in gloss. Despite this, they’re mine, an identifier for me.
What is it about the perspective of oneself? It allows us to only see the bad in your appearance and creates a leave of self-doubt that only you can reach. But others may see you from a completely different point of view, completely beautiful, and wonderful.
How does that make you feel? Knowing that there is someone out there is someone that finds perfection in every imperfect that you find. To find your other half, your twin flame that completes your soul.
Souls are a funny thing, but that’s a different story, it speaks to the beauty within, the base to your vessel. There’s beauty all around, within you and outside of you, just remember they’ll see it and you’ll see it too.
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