I like to root for the underdog, find the beauty in the weird. Introvert, observer, people watcher, thinker and all round quiet person. But I still have a voice and a unique point of view. Life experience has given me the toughest armour.
I can’t do my buttons!
Do you know how memories can just come and smack you in the face unexpectedly? Last weekend I was in the midst of a perfect storm. Grieving the recent loss of my father and wallowing in self pity, I had begun hating my reflection and feeling as heavy as an elephant. In a snap decision I decided to break out the comfiest and least fashion forward outfit in my wardrobe. A simple pair of black denim dungarees.
The Great Unwashed
Disease breeds In the Great Unwashed. The common as muck, They’re raising the cost. The suits and ties Cram the commuter trains.
Kintsugi - my scars shine too. Not gilded in glorious gold, But in their own quiet palette Of muted pinks and nudes. Kintsugi - my scars shine too