They are inked all over my skin; The words I wish that I could have said, The things I wish that I could have changed, The wounds, the scars, the struggles, and all the names of those who once did me wrong. The way I have it all written on my body has strengthened that soul of mine within, It makes me unstoppable and much more proud of my journey, how far I’ve become, and of the woman I grew up to be…
The old me is gone. I cut all ties of the old me. That is not me. I want to bring forth the me, that wants to represent who I am as a woman, that thoughI may have had traumas in my life, I won't let that define who I am. I am going to be the better version of who I am, truly inspired to wear the invisible badges of strength, confidence, courage, compassion, empowerment and fearlessness.
Be the strength to the weak - be the color in their bleak and dismal lives - be the joy which has long gone from their poor existence.
An entire life, lavishly colored with ecstasies and agonies, is exclusively born from the functional expression of neurochemistry. Every time that we sob in sorrow or laugh in joy, we do so, steered by a glorious storm of hormonal interplay within the deepest parts of our mind. And with each drop of tear that we shed in our times of excruciating pain, our brain constructs majestic new cellular connections to aid in the pursuit of our passion - in the pursuit of truth.