How can I get all this out if nothing I write seems to describe it well enough?!!!!!!

Here I am reading the many posts from the blogs I follow .
The writers have come bare
They are fearless in talking about their bitter/sweet lives
And I can't  even begin to describe the storm inside

I have reached a point in my life where every time I look in the mirror  i not only see but recognize how beautiful I am . In the past I used to ask myself if I am beautiful enough  or why my picture doesn't have many likes or how come I don't have a bunch of people be friending me . 

Now I love every angle of a selfie I take . Every picture I delete is only because it's a bad picture ( bad pictures are a thing )  not because am not good enough in that picture . 

How I got to this point , I want though a situation that  broke me, to over come it I had so much support from my friends , family and phenomenal women like Maya Angelou and Oprah. 

I now know no matter want that I am enough , maybe not for the next person but for me. 

Being brave is living the way you should,

Standing under the sun and feeling the breeze

Being brave is admitting you need more time, 

Not knowing exactly how much 

Either way you are brave.