raw

As I look in the mirror I can't believe those are my eyes looking back at me. My eyes are talking to me but I don't want to listen. I try and hide from myself but they keep looking back. I close them and pretend it will be somebody else. I open them and it's still me. Can you see me? Can you read me? Can you see the hurt? Can you see the scars on my heart? Do my eyes tell a story? Do I hide myself enough? Do I keep pretending it's not me? No, It is me; my eyes, my heart, my soul, my hurts looking back at me to remind me that this is me, my life, my story. 

Should we run away from ourselves or should we accept our life? Do we hold ourselves up with strength or do we crumble because we can? It's one or the other. When I look back at the mirror I can't change who is looking back...the eyes don't lie. So I will choose strength to face myself. If I crumble I won't be able to glue the pieces back together. 

Life is raw and true. There is no pretending or hiding from it.

I will face myself and accept life...check

It's okay to laugh and cry...check

everyone has a story...check

that girl, that strong woman, the one who tries desperately to hold it together, the one who stares back at me, the one who tells me it's okay is me...check 

Love, CiCi