I'm not shiny or perfect.
No matter how hard I've tried to be.
I sit here
A failure of perfection, a master of self criticism.
Imperfect and messy, with anxious thoughts and unshaved legs.
The tightness of keeping it all together
Dissolves into thin air around me.
Thread by thread
Moment by delicious moment
Tear by stinging tear
Until I'm naked.
No masks to cover all the things I don't want anyone to see.
No cheap facades to mute my voice or dull down my sparkle.
I'm stripped raw, peeled to my core,
Vulnerable as shit,
I've never felt so free.
Creates juicy new life.
I can finally breathe.