Pictures.

It's easy to lose myself in my camera roll.

Looking back at all of the things that I have accomplished.

Growing into a stronger person,

making moves to better myself.

Seeing the screen shots of people I looked up to,

like something I post.

When my future was bright and unwritten

and an editor of an online magazine liked one something on my blog.

I thought that was the peak of my writing career.

Man, was I wrong.

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okay.

evolving and changing, like a human growing from its ancestors. picking away at the parts of me— I never really liked. shaping myself into someone I don't recognize, learning— it's okay to be me.

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