I am real.
I am a real person. I struggle and I sparkle. But I have a voice. I am no longer afraid to say what makes me angry, sad, or what I think to be unfair. I am not afraid to admit that at times I feel worthless, lost or not enough. However I'm refusing to hide from love, beauty, aliveness, magic and abundance. I won't edit any of the sad or messed up parts of my story or the magnitude of my triumphs to make anyone comfortable, bc this is my story.. I am who I am. It's who I am. I am a real person. I struggle. I sparkle. But I am real
S. Paris, ME