
sometime ago i learned that looking beautiful was less important than feeling beautiful, I use to follow the trend( okay i had my twist on it) whether the fabrics were real or artificial, in my mind it looked good so i just did it... but eventually it became uncomfortable to fake it...I discovered i was at my best when i put on the finest and purest of things on my skin or at least as best as i could, i even shared my philosophy with others. At the same time i learned other things as well- that actions spoke louder than words. I was always perplexed by the saying of our youth "sticks and stones will hurt your bones but names will never hurt me" because they always did. false promises, lie whether they were little or big..i would always wonder why people could just not say anything till they knew for sure.
Now i am not innocent, the last few years, i lied- i lied to myself in the biggest of ways, i promised things that i could no longer deliver, yet i blamed myself and only myself for it. This brings me to another life lesson unfortunately I have had this one taught to me many times in my life........that some men confuse the words "i did want i wanted" with "i did the best i could"
I just want to say like hell you did! (not even one promise, not even one)