Isn’t it ironic how freedom can be as simple as a makeup less face and greasy hair?
I told Johnny a couple days ago to quit playing with my mane because it was making it messy and greasy.
Uh.
Ok?
I felt myself get insecure at a trendy store so I didn’t smile or really make eye contact in an effort to fit in.
I wanted to be invisible.
Overseas I always smiled.
Tried to always make eye contact.
Why?
Why not?
But here….
Here it’s so easy to compare. To feel insecure or not cool.
And yet.
Being different is what sets us apart. Gives us an avenue to tell someone why.
So what gives?
Maybe I’m withholding full surrender stateside because it’s scary to let loose and let God.
Control
Pride
Expectations
Money
Power
Culture
Fashion
All things that muddy the water and make the release seem more bitter than sweet…
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