My confidence in self-expression, I don’t care for looks of derision, curious undertakings, the strangers I sometimes catch glancing, I wear my big heavy boots with pride, wear dark makeup all I like, I dress how I want without hindrance, it may seem to others a small decision. But I am being bold, letting my choices break the mould, I don’t care for judgements or disapproval, my approval is the only type I need to view. Being confident in myself used to be much of a chore, for I dressed, presented in ways that called for attention, of other’s approval I did implore. [...]
the strength within is something which must be seen, peel away those layers, let us view within, the armour, so thickly wrought, over years of abuse and mockery, self-taught, self-taught. darling, it’s time to make that move, inhabit a better place, wipe away your gloom, shine bright unto another day, and then the next, your armour always protects, come what may. [...]
Too easily influenced by voices all around, inside my heart bursts into song, its words begging to be allowed, [...]
Opening up, I become lighter, I become softer...
Striding forward is the only way. Head held high, proud, not hung with dismay.
Lost connections, fallen by the wayside, the electricity which surged, now plundered of pride, hypocrisy seems glimmering at the door, I wonder what was intended, and were the relationships meant to be more? Tainted by disconnect, lacking in joinery and glue, once so potent, alienated – by choice? Is this truth? [...]
Sometimes, oftentimes, I’d wonder why. Why was I so awkward, so different, so quiet, so damned shy? I’d go through life wanting to avoid the stilted conversations, the dialogue that barely went beyond the obligatory “How are you?” “Good, thanks,”, and a cheery but weak-willed, “That’s good!”, knowing that it wouldn’t go much further than [...]
She rises from the depths from the phantom-riddled deep the angular monstrosity of the high North Sea. She attempts to make a show of her pride with the way she presents herself a reflection of the way she views her interior — her internal kaleidoscopic picture. As a beautiful creature with so much [...]
Picturesque Jacqui striking a pose. When Jacqui looked into the full length mirror that day, What did she see that led her astray? Was it the small bump on her nose? The purpled birthmark above her left toes? Or the misshapen right eyebrow that needed delicate plucking and multitasked managing? Everything Jacqui could see before [...]