“How old do you have to be before you live for yourself,” I asked myself, peering past the tweezers. “How many years of your life will you put the comfort of others first?” I shave my face now. I’m fascinated by the stubble growing along the bottom ridges of my jaw. I rub it back and forth, feeling the bristles’ refusal to give way, and delight in the sandpaper tongue licking my fingertips.
Mar 30, 2023Liked by Margit Detweiler, Leoh Blooms
My friends and I were just talking about how lame author and professionals bios can be. We were imagining what a fully-realized description of WHO someone is would look like. And today, I've stumbled upon it in Leoh's heatfelt, heartful (and beautifully written) piece. It is never too late! Yes, indeed. Our becoming is always fluid. ❤️☘️
This. So beautiful, refreshing, honest. What a gift to be your own perfect self and live in truth! Thank you for sharing!
My friends and I were just talking about how lame author and professionals bios can be. We were imagining what a fully-realized description of WHO someone is would look like. And today, I've stumbled upon it in Leoh's heatfelt, heartful (and beautifully written) piece. It is never too late! Yes, indeed. Our becoming is always fluid. ❤️☘️
This is so beautiful
Beautiful writing.