It is hard to tell yourself you are beautiful.
Very few ever see us at our most intimate moments.
The ones we face everyday we look at the mirror,
the times we look down seeing our hands, or the moments we hear our voice.
A woman told me the other day I had the sweetest sounding voice
and I can’t explain how much that moment made me feel heard.
I’m a rough soul and I have flaws.
Ones driven by passion and heart.
Flaws I look at to rip myself apart.
I’m looking in at it all to find how to fix it within myself because I feel I hold that power.
I feel I hold the power to fix the worlds problems that extend to the worse degrees of our animal behavior to the littlest problems of the day.
But all this ripping and taking apart of myself has out leashed parts of me I have felt unhappy with.
Ones wrestled in anger and confusion.
The restless voice of saying why can’t I just fix it, why can’t I change it, I know I can.
That’s just it.
It is the moment I take myself down and place the belief I can’t that I lose my power.
And the understanding has to come not from looking at myself as failing but look at myself as separate from it all.
My words won’t fall on deaf ears,
my writings won’t communicate to the blind,
my actions won’t touch those who are not present and only I can witness all the things I do within my senses.
I have to trust in that.
I have to trust in myself.
I have to know myself and I do.
The best thing I can do is tell myself I am beautiful and all those flaws are part of that beauty.
—alley scheffki
Flommist Alley Scheffki is 22 years young, ‘I am the blue rose. Dies ist ein wunsch für freiheit.’ Copyright © 2016 Alley Scheffki.
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