I don’t think I was ever taught to celebrate myself, if I was, I never quite grasped it. Birthday nights would end in wild sobbing and questionable thoughts that would justify the collapse of my great expectations. I didn’t have what I have today and what I already had, I didn’t see it. This week has been one of the most magical birthday weeks ever. It made me see how lucky I am to be able to share my very true self with every single person around me.
Being fully present keeps your eyes inside of you, to have no witness over yourself makes memories of your surrounding. I reminisce the laughter, the screams, the dancing, the hugs, the bright eyes, the voices through the screen, the images of girlhood, the shared feelings of womanhood.
Thank you to everyone who wished me well, your wishes are coming true.
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