I am not a calm person. I am a hurricane both inside and out. I’ve tried as hard as I can to box myself up and not spill over the edges of the glass onto anyone’s life. But I can’t. And with each passing day I am learning to be okay with this. I am learning, finally, FINALLY, to love myself, to adore me. I was not taught to do this, I am having to teach myself. I will no longer be apologetic for who I am, for the things I feel. I will not make myself smaller. I will not feel inferior for having a sentimental heart. I will own myself, realize my value, and treasure those who love me for it. I will rise from my own ashes with burning flames of beauty.
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I danced again today.
I forgot how much I loved dancing. Not just going crazy with my friends at the club dancing, but real dance like the classical Bengali dancing. I forgot how good it makes me feel, elegant, in tune with the music, and precise. At first I really didn’t want to go to practice I was so tired but once I had remembered the moves, it all came back to me so effortlessly as if my body recalled exactly what it needed to do. I feel so graceful when I dance, so empowered and pretty. It’s not a feeling I’m very familiar with. It makes me finally start to look forward to being head coordinator of the Classical Crew this year. I can’t wait to meet with my team Sunday and start our newest piece. Inshallah this will help me gain control of my life again.
“Pay attention to what people say out of anger, they’ve been dying to tell you that.”
— Unknown
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