I was a mess for a long time. Timid, shy, confused, and wondering. Little pieces of me were scattered all over. Then I had help picking up the pieces. Putting myself back together felt amazing. I had everything starting to go the right way and then I learned the biggest lesson. You can put the pieces back together as many times as you want, but someone will always be there to tear it apart. Maybe not on purpose, but you have to remember that you’re going to lose a few of those pieces over time. No matter how hard you try to hold on to those broken and dented pieces and keep them together with out falling apart, you can’t. You just have to stick to what you know and what you do. As long as you can look in the mirror and see the same you and smile, that’s all that matters. I’m still a mess but I just gotta keep on doing what I do best. Being me.
My past was great, filled with what I thought I needed, but things change and I hope I can make my future even better without losing anymore pieces…
for my third birthday I got a cabbage patch kid.
my dad turns to my mom and says, “hey lynn, if you put it through a grinder it turns into a coleslaw kid.”
EVEN 15 YEARS AGO MY DAD WAS MAKING LAME JOKES
WAY TO GO DAD