One of my biggest challenges in life has been to inhabit my own space. To know my own structure and reach and shape. To feel the large reflection of me against the baby blue back drop of all that I’ve left behind. To stand near the glare of my own fragile windows.
My whole life has been a series of confusing puzzles that have included pieces with different shapes. Curved, straight, poofy, strange, porous, dense, sharp.
I’ve struggled and studied and worried and battled and questioned and I think that, Oh by the time I’m about a hundred and fifty, I’ll fully understand and claim my place here as if I have a right to stand up straight and appreciate my gorgeous silouhette against the afternoon sky.
Yours In That Feeling You Get When You Feel the Hot Water From the Shower Hit Your Back,
Irma I Mean It