pale mess of mine
Take a breath.
Embrace what's natural. Those physical traits we are born with, though they may be flawed or imperfect or deemed undesirable by societal norms, contain distinction and innate beauty.
My hair rolling, coiling with a life of its own poking me in the eye as a reminder it cannot be tamed. This mane of mine which warms in January and soaks up the sun's color in July. It has endured experiments, yet still maintains its natural flow. My skin glowing, blinding as the sun dances off of it. It is balanced; delicate and sensitive, yet strong and resilient. It is my protective layer, but in need of much protection itself.
My wavy hair and alabaster skin… I decide now to let these traits help define me. They set me apart, yet remind me of a shared spectrum of beauty we all walk among on a daily basis.
What was once camouflaged and changed, I now flaunt and parade.