I thought I had figured it out. I thought I had found the exact ingredients, conjured the correct combinations and extracted the perfect solution, I thought I had found the answer that should be replied to the most asked questions.
Maybe its because I have started become more accepting, of a body not replicated to that of Halle Berry on a bad day, but one that seems fairly comfortable clothed in a size 14 funky ¾ corduroy jeans and a bright red shirt with hair that will always be too curly and never straight enough.
Maybe it’s the fact that in the end I am doing exactly what they wanted, however the way I am doing it, is exactly the way I had always wanted.
Maybe it’s letting go of pressures that would sink me even though I am an excellent swimmer.
Maybe it’s because I found a man to love who loves me and whom I would never have loved because nothing is good enough and his love and mine would never suffice.
Maybe it’s letting go of perfection and the need to paint this perfect picture and accept the untidy splatters of an inexperienced and uneducated artist.
Maybe it’s because even God in her infinite wisdom is smiling at me, almost like she knows something I don’t.
Maybe its because Nine West has a sale on and boots in my colour and in my size!!
Just Maybe…
