How much do you listen to the noise that fills your head with the lies that make you hate:

your body,

the sound of your voice,

the length of your step,

the depth of your emotions?

How far will you go to change who you are so you can keep up the illusion in which you want others to perceive you, to make them choose you?

But how far away have you now ran from the truth of who you are that you see yourself in the mirror and you can no longer tell apart:

the soul that sits in your eyes

from the lies that now sit on your skin like a shell you have come to believe protects you?

Why are you so scared?

What are you protecting yourself from?

Why does love shock your skin and your heart like a bolt of lightning?


Self-portrait under the California sun by Kate Blanco. Also posted at http://www.instagram.com/kate_isms.

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