I can feel my efforts paying off. It is a very nice feeling to want to stare at myself in the mirror, checking myself out. Equally nice to read through words and catch glimpses of beauty.
I think I’m getting closer to the point where what I write and what I’m trying to say are getting closer together. Coming together to a point of singularity and then perhaps colliding and collapsing into the density I’ve been hoping for.
“Because honestly, fuck that voice.”
Indeed. Fuck the voice that tells me I’m still a fatass and fuck the voice that tells me my words are insipid and futile. Fuck that voice because I always have been and always will be an ambassador of change and beauty.
An ambassador of surprise, indeed.