It’s mortifying now- but I can handle it with humor.
I post it because it’s uncomfortable.
Because I make it mean so much.
So I post it because it’s my edge.
Edges limit us unconsciously.
Manipulate us to avoid opportunities, experiences, worth, jobs, love, success, fitness. F$&/ edges.
Maybe your edge is just posting what you want in life.
Maybe it’s no make up.
Maybe it’s you messy on Sunday.
Or sweaty with sex- hair.
Maybe it’s you crying.
In lingerie.
In hideously enormous pjs.
A trash bag.
You angry.
You sweet.
We all have a different edge we’ve rejected. An edge we’ve convinced ourselves would mean we’d never be successful, loved, sexy, professional...
What is it for you?
What would you NEVER dream of showing the world? What do you make it mean?
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