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.
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