Though you might think that I am weak, I am the thunder in the morning that wakes you, and I am the breeze that kisses your cheek. I am built of golden hair, impulsive tattoos, rosy cheeks, poetry, and I know who I am. I am resilient like a rooted tree in the middle of … Continue reading Self Love Poem.
I used to look in the mirror and literally think, "What was God thinking when He created this mess?" Maybe we're all like that or maybe it's just me but sometimes I have a hard time grasping the concept that the God of the Universe designed me exactly like this. I'm not going to sit … Continue reading Love Yourself