I've been m.i.a for a while, slightly dejected with the lack of inspiration to write about... anything really. No matter what I did, no words would come out in a "shape" I liked.
Something changed. But something else happened today.
Something I have been waiting for for a while, but not consciously doing anything about.
It was a ordinary day, in a ordinary week. I was wearing my favourite jeans and a batman t-shirt, barefoot and with my hair up in a messy bun. Nothing special or overly though over, no effort whatsoever was put on the way I looked today... But I passed by a mirror and had to look again: for the first time is too long, I actually liked what was staring back at me from the other side.
It wasn't "perfect", but it was me and for the first time I felt like being me was good enough.
And let me tell you, that's a pretty good feeling.