Well, hello there my little pups! Welcome to my blog!

I thought I should start off with a poem I wrote.

This is one I wrote for someone who inspires me.

He calls me beautiful.
Says, effortless.
As if I grew up this way.
I shake my head, hiding my blushing cheeks.
It’s not that I don’t want to believe him, I doubt he would lie to me.

But, what I fear he will never understand is the years in which I have spent trying to dig my way out of my own skin.

All the late nights when my mirror would whisper it’s overplayed mantra of “look at you, there’s nothing here for anyone to see. Why not just destroy the whole thing?” So I tried, for a near decade I tried to pluck my leaf from our family tree.
I felt like a weed in a beautiful rose garden, growing too fast and still not near as perfect.
Now, he shakes his head and says to me, smiling, “Wow. You’re beautiful. So effortlessly beautiful.” Weeds can be mistaken for flowers from afar, that doesn’t mean they’re not beautiful in their own ways, up close.
And I think, I’m starting to believe him.