You Look Better Than #Beyonce today 💗

Best believe I'm still bejeweled when I walk in the room I can still make the whole place ✨s✨h✨i✨m✨m✨e✨r✨

- Three days 💜

Me every time Spotify starts playing “unholy”:

The mirror has been a canvas of contradictions, a place where my perception battles with reality. For the longest time, it felt like an unfriendly territory, reflecting back the flaws I was taught to see. Each glance seemed to amplify insecurities, making it a struggle to find comfort in my own skin.

But within this struggle emerged a silent revolution—a journey toward self-acceptance. It was a challenging expedition, navigating through the maze of doubts and societal expectations. Yet, in the midst of this turmoil, I discovered an incredible strength—the strength to embrace myself, flaws and all.

Learning to love myself wasn’t an overnight revelation. It demanded patience, compassion, and a radical shift in perspective. I began to see the mirror not as a critic but as a storyteller, showcasing the unique tale of my existence.

In this journey, I found liberation from the suffocating grasp of idealized beauty standards. I learned that my worth isn’t defined by the reflections in the mirror but by the love and respect I cultivate for myself.

Today, as I stand before the mirror, I see beyond the surface. I see resilience, beauty, and an incredible journey of self-discovery. Embracing my imperfections has become a testament to the love I hold for myself—a love that triumphs over self-doubt and radiates in the reflection staring back at me.

-supernovalunare

Having a Coke with You

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

Living on a Rachel Green state of mind (since 1990)