I may not be pretty, I may not be perfect. I may not live up to society's expectation of what beauty is all about, I am not thin and slim, I do not fit into some clothes, I don't wear my makeup in a pristine manner, I don't have glowing pore-less skin most of the time, I don't have the patience to not give my best, I don't just listen to beautiful sugar-coated words but rather the things or action that you can show me.
I am me, I am imperfect, I am a woman with too much softness and self-sacrificing qualities that may deem weak, some may even think that I am shallow for being a blogger, or flaunting the better things in life I have for being a blogger. Yes, I can seem pretentious in this fabricated alternate reality sort of make-believe "perfectly" enjoyable life that I have carved out for myself, since I started blogging.
I am who I am. I am a mother of two growing boys, I am a full time screenwriter producer who runs a boutique production house, I am also a self-absorbed woman who loves to write freely, who wants to explore the inner works of what it takes to be a woman. I am a woman who just love to share the appreciation of beauty, to advocate finding beauty in life, and sharing them.
I am learning to live better, love (myself) better, let go more, worry less, balance life better, not be judgmental, I am working on myself. I am seeing myself in a different light, now onwards. I am striving to be truthful towards my own feelings and emotions. I am a woman with conflicting thoughts, questioning myself if I am being who I really am or becoming that virtual version of that make-believe blogger that I portray myself to be? Are these two personalities the same? They merge or are they completely different?
Questions left unanswered, and to be explored and determined. I would like to conclude one thing
I am the woman I am, and strive to be.
Have you been the woman you are?
Isabeli Fontana for Porter Magazine. Visuals via MyBougeotte here.