I have this image of myself in my mind.
I don't know if it's the way I used to be or the way I will eventually become or even the way I am now behind all of the veils that make my image soft and blurry.
The picture is both pretty and poetic.
I am alive with purpose, my face washed in serenity of spirit, my features softened by grace. My eyes shine bright and warm, like the lamps in the windows of a familiar place. My body stands strong and feminine. Every curve and muscle a sign of my battle valiantly fought.
I am laughter and ambition wrapped in shades of gold and blush.
This image is what keeps me in love with myself on the days that are ugly and confusing, and reminds me that there is breath-taking beauty in here waiting to be called out into the light.
