I see the white flag of surrender; I finally make peace with my life, my body, my face, my soul. The years leading up to this are riddled with struggle, self-doubt, and internal warfare. A battle that ends with the agonizing discovery- that I am the enemy.
I relinquish control to my ego and seek approval in all the wrong places. The repetition of my internal dialogue screams; I’m not pretty enough, smart enough, or thin enough.
This incessant list becomes a futile search for approval beyond my grasp. The heartache and pain are my perpetual nightmare that plays out every night and into the next day.
Sadly. the confidence I seek to stop this madness comes with a price; precious time. I finally realize that my struggle was a maturation process, required to yield the ultimate beauty and full bloom of the flower. It was well worth the wait.