During my reckless silly youth I always thought I would die before I made it to 30. Now that I’ve proved that theory wrong by almost a decade – I suppose it’s time to really freaking live… Sarah Fragoso
I want to stop escaping from my dream – because this is all I’ve got.
Every single second is mine, even the seconds that suck.
Courage, strength, and beauty surround me when I choose to embrace my fear.
I have decided to be unapologetically who I am and if you want to join me on my journey, you better keep up, because I won’t be waiting around for you.
She tells herself that she is all that she needs to be, nothing more, and nothing less.
Blooming, withering, breaking, loving, living.
She’s lovely. Beautiful even.
The curve of her hips, her waist, her breasts, her smile.
She’s So. Damn. Lovely.
Momentarily Incapacitated When I’m at my most powerful; saturated with emotion, knowing exactly what I’m made of, fearful but completely capable; although ironic – I feel momentarily incapacitated. Frozen for just a moment. Observing. Respectful of my own strength and in awe of what I’m capable of, resolute with wonder at what could happen …
I didn’t have little girl dreams of big white weddings or Prince Charmings to save me.
Instead my nights were explosions of color.
What might seem to you like simple words on paper… These are my scars. The scars I’m willing to let go. And it’s ok.