It’s hard being yourself. It’s even harder trying to define who you are and what makes you, you. Ones life purpose is not easily discovered but in time it is revealed.
I’m not sure how I got here but I knew that my son would be a reason why I became the woman I am today. I some how knew that the changes I would make would be as a result of me becoming a mom.
In this picture you’ll see something I viewed while walking down the street. You’ll also see me. I blended the two pictures and added some words to described what I was thinking at that moment.
People say be perfect because of the degrees you obtained and how hard you worked to get where you are but they treat me as if I am not flawed. I am flawed like everyone else. It doesn’t matter what I have achieved I am no better than the next person.