It was a cloudy Sunday, and there I was rushing out in a red glass (yes, that one) that looked like it was given to me by my grandma. I had no business looking like my problem but hey, self-love has no calendar.
I say no to looking like my problem.
In my hurry, I decided to snap a quick photo. You know, for the memories. Or Instagram. I struck a pose, heard the click... checked the photo... and boom — it looked like I was either dodging a flying insect or reenacting a soap opera. The angles? Chaotic. The lighting? Confused. The glamour? Missing.( I still look good)
It's the perfect time to smile.
But you see, those pictures weren’t worth the Grammy, and that’s exactly is my point. They weren’t perfect I wasn’t perfect but I showed up. I made an effort. I claimed my space, even if my glasses didn’t.
Behind those not-so-fine photos is a story: a woman who refused to hide just because she didn’t have it all together. A woman who, despite the rush, the chaos , the cloudy day and the unflattering angles, chose joy.
So if you’re reading this while you feel like your life is in shambles, keep showing up for yourself anyway. Laugh at the bad angles. Smile through the chaos. Because nothing confuses your enemies more than watching you shine in your “worst” moments.
Red glass and all, I’m still that girl. And I’ll take blurry joy over perfect sadness any days.