Self reflection

 We've grown into the idea of airbrushed, polished and perfect image of women.

But she is real, she hates high heels she'd rather go barefoot. She likes clothes but she's not fashion forward, she wears a pair of jeans with a flower in her hair, she wears colorful dresses too, a way to reflect the vibrancy and the life exploding from her soul. 
She believes in love and romance, but isn't ready for one right now, she wants to be independent, by herself, on her own terms, undimmed by anyone's expectations of what she should be or might be or must be. She craves to shine in her little space and vast universe.
She cries every time she hears a song that kicks in nostalgia in her soul.

She is simple and authentic, and people tend to be attracted to that, they want to experience her, her presence, her calmness and her heart. 

She doesn't have much to offer, and sometimes she's afraid of receiving because no matter how much she believes in herself, it feels as if she is not worthy of receiving a load. 

She has hopes and fears and worries, just like anyone else. Sometimes she feels frightened that her dreams will remain in her head and never accomplished, she's afraid that her potentials will stay behind unnoticed and unable to unleash her full wilderness in her career as an engineer and as a model. At this moment, she feels stuck, heavy hearted, surviving day by day, incapable like many other people of breaking through.
She sleeps on the floor between her bed and her brother's thinking of ways to change the world and if she doesn't find one, she'll just create a world of her own. 

She is here to unlearn and relearn what happiness is, she is here to love, to break, to be broken, to build, to heal and to encounter the diversity of being human. 

She is still learning to love herself, and that, itself, is magical.