Bright light

I sit in the darkness
because the darkness is where I see it all.

The past.
The present.
And that bright light.

The light is engulfed by darkness.
And darkness is what it is now and what it will always be.

gone from this place, find me here.

I wanted to do a plus-size pinup in a confident pose but an outfit no more revealing than a bathing suit and somewhere in the coloring process, it became a self-portrait.
It’s challenging for me to post this, especially since I know that members of my family may find this post uncomfortable, but I’m very proud of how this piece came out and I want to explain a bit about it.
 At the risk of getting a little personal here, I want to explain this transition: I’ve always struggled with my size and my perception of myself, as many girls and women do. It wasn’t until summer last year that I realized how much of my personal identity comes from my size and how I am proud of who I am, even if I would like to get to a healthier weight. It has been a struggle for me, coming to terms with that part of myself, but being able to let go of hating part of who I am has made me so much happier overall and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not."— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Near midnight thoughts.

I’m a writer not because I want to be, but because I have to be. Every movement has with it a sonnet of how it came to be and how it will end. As a writer, it is my responsibility to write this down for personal reflection and to compel the soul’s toxins to momentarily release the soul to allow it to listen. Listen to the sounds of the movements so that they may also see their sonnets of life and death.


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