God, this is as close to prayer as I can get (long form) without sounding like a self absorbed idiot stuck looping. I was wrong.
I was WRONG. I obsessed over everything BUT what was real– how it looked, sounded, what people might think of me, my family, what they might decide.
I didn’t even live.
I was too scared of being judged to live, like a coward, fraud. So it makes sense that my own obsessions carved out my sentence.
My desire became my punishment.
My image became the portrait that trapped me inside.
I effectively made a sick human being. I lived for how I MIGHT LOOK to the world rather than who I could be in it.
I so badly wanted to become my own image— but all the way to now facing the age of 30, I surrender.
I’m leaving it to you. I surrender trying to control how I look, sound, come off, could be. I surrender giving a fuck about my image. I surrender trying to control how and what others see.
From here on, I live inside OUT. No more “editing” appearances. I’m done keeping up with trends. I will follow my own rules, desires, ambitions, and goals. I’m unplugging and moving towards the light— which in this case, is the truth.
What is true about MY LIFE?
I guess I’ll find out.
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