I used to
love the SiZe of my
eyes,
SO tiny AND PERFECT....
....Until I was told that BIG eyes are beautiful
I used to love the color of my hair,
golden, brown, and
red...a mysterious myriad of colors....
....Until I was told that blonde equals dumb, brown is boring, and red is
mean-spirited
I used to love my
body.
I used to
love
my strong convictions....
....Until I was told I was too rigid, too structured,
too conservative
I used to love my
mind.
I used to love my humanitarian concerns....
....Until I was told I
was too soft, too kind-hearted, too liberal
I used to love my
spirit.
I used to
love my inside as well as my outside....
....Until
THEY told me what I was, who I am, and what I needed to be.
They.
They have defined me. They have put me in a
[box], trapped me
in walls.
They. They are the ones who have sculpted me
based on THEIR
images.
Images they want to see, images they prefer.
They. Who are they?
I want to be me. Free to be me.
I don't want a
text-book
definition to define me.
I want to be....
....DIFFERENT!
I want to decide who I am,
what I stand for, what I believe in,
and what I
want to do with MY life.
My life.
I want to be me. It's that
simple.
Be yourself.
Be you.
Your
body, your
mind, &
your
spirit.
Simply you.
SIMPLY YOU Magazine™
I used to
love the SiZe of my
eyes,
SO tiny AND PERFECT....
....Until I was told that BIG eyes are beautiful
I used to love the color of my hair,
golden, brown, and
red...a mysterious myriad of colors....
....Until I was told that blonde equals dumb, brown is boring, and red is
mean-spirited
I used to love my
body.
I used to
love
my strong convictions....
....Until I was told I was too rigid, too structured,
too conservative
I used to love my
mind.
I used to love my humanitarian concerns....
....Until I was told I
was too soft, too kind-hearted, too liberal
I used to love my
spirit.
I used to
love my inside as well as my outside....
....Until
THEY told me what I was, who I am, and what I needed to be.
They.
They have defined me. They have put me in a
[box], trapped me
in walls.
They. They are the ones who have sculpted me
based on THEIR
images.
Images they want to see, images they prefer.
They. Who are they?
I want to be me. Free to be me.
I don't want a
text-book
definition to define me.
I want to be....
....DIFFERENT!
I want to decide who I am,
what I stand for, what I believe in,
and what I
want to do with MY life.
My life.
I want to be me. It's that
simple.
Be yourself.
Be you.
Your
body, your
mind, &
your
spirit.
Simply you.
SIMPLY YOU Magazine™