today she chooses to embrace her long legs and strong thighs that rub together just slightly when she walks... a little softer, more sway as she get older 27 feels good... she can no longer deny even the parts of herself that she's trapped in judgement the parts of herself she's loathed and betrayed. today, total self-responsibility for her. she embraces her fire. her passion for love, feeling, healing, moving, gazing at the sunset, dancing in the moonlight… that part of he

the best lies are the most cleverly disguised as truth… ‘beauty that will rot’ feed off your fears suck you dry convince you all you’ve lost has extinguished your light the most addicting lies would have you believe: all that you are is this infatuation you’ve been falling for far to long hiding in the dark corners of your mind there they can grow the thing about leeches …they can’t survive with out their host and they will numb you in the places that they suck so you don’t e

the humid air is hard to breath my lungs are heavy lightheaded i float into the spaces between where does the dream really begin and end?? awakening it just continues…. here, i feel and see and sense more like a deer in the woods there is no gravity to weigh me down the different layers of myself work together processing healing relinquishing letting go of the stories i’ve told myself the stories i’ve created to create me… the layer i see when i look in the mirror or hear my

in a world we find so hard, You find so beautiful HOPE the colors of her mind bleed into each other... while her eyes are still held shut she can hear a still, small voice your words echo in her mind and your words are clear and she knows that you are here You are here LOVE IS HERE. inspired by the song "amy says" by my favorite band Flyleaf a dear friend who shares my same interest in music suggested i paint something inspired by this song. i had never paid much attention

the deepest darkest parts of yourself the parts of yourself that you don’t just hide from OTHERS but you hide from YOURSELF. the first hidden thought creeped into your head when you were just a girl. innocent. naive. you didn’t know what to do with it. you didn’t know how to COPE with the pain of it... so. you put it away for safekeeping, stored it in a box. what you’ve forgotten is that you hid that box INSIDE OF YOURSELF. and so there it lives. lurking... seeping through t