Isn't she lovely?


I'm a leader.

But my value doesn't depend on how many followers I have.  


Pounds of makeup doesn't define beauty nor does 100+ likes on a photo. 

Social Media. 

Doesn't convey my story or the depth that defines the life I live and the passion that drives me. 

On the outside.

People see what they want, but its only once one sifts through the layers does he gets to the root. 

My Creator

Planted me on this earth and created me to be the woman he designed, uniquely and quintessentially me.  

If Mirrors could talk, then mine wouldnt just speak, she'd ask....Isn't she lovely?





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