What is true beauty?

Is it outward appearance only or is it a combination of the physical and the deeper core of the inner self? Is it more of an emotional attraction that we are instilled with when we are growing up? Or maybe it is just pure emotion in feeling the way we do about such things.

Here I am about to turn 24 on the 18th of this month... and I am finally getting my head together about who I am and where I want to be.

I looked in the mirror this morning and found that there no longer was this ugly face... that so much looks like my parents. People whom had told me that I could never accomplish the things that I have so far in my life. For so long I tore myself up inside because I look so much like the people that I have been taught to hate... by only themselves.

So I guess this entry could be better called epiphany. Suddenly finding that after I wrote "the letter" to them... That the person staring back at me is quite beautiful and has more to offer than what most have.

I am overweight, and am quite awkward I think... but in that awkwardness. not being like everyone else... I may not be perfect... or your ideal of Beautiful, but I am fuckin' amazing...

I am blessed


Whiskey