My body is a piece of artwork kissed by the gods. Each scar tells a story of pain but a story of healing. Tattoo placements are impeccable and flow with the story my soul wants to tell. Each piece fits like a puzzle. My small frame has brought me shame in the past, and now I look in the mirror and Thank God. I look with admiration, and I can’t believe that it belongs to me. My eyes are my favorite, so bright and expressive. I show others who I am; while some shy away, others feel the warmth of my light and choose to stay. My spirit can’t be tamed, so I allow others to feel safe enough to walk their path until it’s time to move on. I’m never far, but I can’t stop and wait.
My favorite thing about myself is I will walk through hell with you, but I won’t sit there with you. If it’s a pity party you’re inviting me to, I have one of those in me; the next one, I must respectfully decline.
My hands hold unmatched magic. The power that flows through them, the connection I can make, and the ease you feel with one touch. Nothing that I do is without intention.
I am the conductor of the Orchestra. My body is a piece of artwork kissed by the gods.
Soul's Purpose 