"Beautiful?!?" I would rage. "I can't be beautiful?!? After all I've done???"
I've known since I was in High School that I don't want children but I thought I would… you know, grow into it.
I think with all the social media glamour I feel this expectation to be living gloriously ALL THE TIME and I just can't do that. So I am giving myself, and you, the freedom to just live, period.
I can't change my brain chemistry. I can't live full time on a mountain top. I have to come down to the real world and face the hours between the beautiful, filtered Instagrams.
Sometimes it smacks you in the face and wakes you up to the personal reality that life is too short. Too short to walk around with bitterness, unresolved anger, judgement.