a few minutes ago
not long ago i wrote to myself that adding scars to my collection is breaking the promise i tell myself every night before sleep.
i left the page half empty after writing those words and forgot about the agreement i signed a few months ago, stating that pain was not my friend and i should not fuel it whatsoever.
but leaving that page half empty spoke louder than the words i had not written: i made an agreement but forgot what the promise was all about along the way.
so today i found myself going through old photos while staring at the emptiness of that page, looking at the eyes of my past wondering what i wished i had been reminded more often in those dark and cold days.
now the page is full
and it reads,
“i am beautiful.
i am free.” #writersofig #healing #photography