I often wear my coat to bed and I fall asleep on the sofa till 1am most nights.
..In my make up.
I cook the same four meals over and over again.
I read poetry to my cats. I walk my cats. I’m that girl.
Although I have a garden, I don’t garden if you know what I mean.
It takes me approximately 3-10 working days to get my washing in.
When I cry I put socks on my hands and use them to dry my tears. It works.
I have one bag, that’s it. It does the job.
I shower alot, because I don’t have a bath and I like to feel warm.
I write alot, and most of it I can’t read back because when I was younger I made up a secret Scribbly handwriting that only I could read and now it’s gotten ridiculous.
I clean my dishes the next morning most of the time.
My accent changes depending on who I’m talking to. I swear alot, depending on who I’m talking to.
I’m impulsive and I’m emotional and I cry,
I’m dedicating this post to a man who I knew. Who was the walking, talking epitomy of self acceptance. It was an absolute honour to have loved, to have learnt from and to have known you 🙏🏻
Own who you are.. your imperfections are just as much a part of you. You must own them too.
So who oh who may You be?
All my love to you,
AC x 🙏🏻