The fully reckognizing who you are. Who I am. Where I am. How I got here. Where I need to go.
The act of transformation. Of my self.
Do you ever observe your self? I do. All the time. And then I marvel at the act of it, at the being of forces within me, forces that are in motion even when I am not aware. It is like walking through a forest, getting to a clearing in the woods, resting there.
And suddenly, wearing a tea coloured shirt that hangs on my gadoinkadonk feels ok. Two days ago it didn`t. All my admiring of other womens bottoms and shaking of my own has me at the clearing. Has me at peace with it. Feeling happy with my observation of my self.
Has my butt transformed. Because I have transformed how I see it.
The outfit: Black dress, H&M. Shirt, Bik Bok, pursposfully misbuttoned. Scarf, Zara. Chains, Bik Bok. Earrings, Kapp Ahl. Wegdes, Din Sko. Absent tan, Norwegian summer.
Tell me my darling friends, are you in the business of transforming your self?
Also, I love you so very much. I have missed you greatly, and will visit you all. Forgive me for checking out there for a moment.
I would love to connect with you!