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mirror (day iv)

I wish someone would invent an alternative mirror that doesn’t reflect our outermost layer but rather who we are in the inside. We’re so fixed on how we look that what lies underneath our skin has become secondary. We’re taught that hardly anything matters as much as our appearance. So in our insecurity, we turn towards this polished metal and let it define who we are, how much we’re worth. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?...

faces in the street (day iii)

For someone who loves faces and capturing their individual beauty I’ve been very focused on staring at the pavement in front of my feet lately, avoiding any eye contact. When I’m out on my own, fear burdens my gaze, pulling it down. It sticks to the bumpy sidewalk in front of me. Step, step, road damage, step, dog pile, step. Don’t look at anyone, don’t attract any attention. Eye contact is beautiful, smiling at strangers too; it’s a pity we’ve become...

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things we carry (day i)

I found this writing challenge at Lu’s blog and decided to give it a shot. I want to get into the habit of writing more often and overthink it less. Maybe I’ll find my voice again this way. Day 1, things we carry We carry our past like a weight. Scars on our skin, scars on our soul. Sometimes also wounds that have yet to heal. Memories weigh on our hearts, sometimes  leading to us walking around withdrawn from the world, incessantly...