I woke up 30 minutes ago with one of those nightmares I always forget by the end of the day.
For the first few hours thought, it haunts me.
Pierces me to the core.
I dreamt it was my wedding day, and he decided he didn’t want to marry me a couple of hours before I was to walk down the aisle. I can still feel the sinking feeling in my gut, the horror.
Waking up from dreams like this have me gasping for air, for reality.
But sometimes waking up to reality is just another nightmare.
My nightmare just mirrors my insecurities and unhappiness in life right now.
I want to feel loved for who I am, not what people want me to be.
I want to wear what I want, when I want, and not feel ashamed or unwanted.
I want to feel that I can wear my hair any way I choose, and still feel sexy.
I want to be confident and comfortable in my shoes.
You can be the difference in someone’s life.
You can choose to build them up, or destroy them.
Choose who you want to be.