And the day came when the risk it took to remain tightly closed in a bud was more painful then the risk it took to bloom.
I'm blooming because I've grown tired of remaining in that bud. The beauty of me is seen through my uniqueness. Through my flaws, failures, and imperfections I am human. I can never achieve perfection, because perfection does not exist. I still have a long way to go in finding myself, after walking away from the mold everyone else has created for me. I have people along the way who are there to help guide and support me through this.
Never again will I allow someone to force their views upon me. I'm going to stand up for me. When it's all said and done, I'll be a me. I can't wait to see my own smile.
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