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I admitted my ugliness

I admitted my ugliness. I accepted my horror, weakness, all of the things I went out of my way to hide from others. I recognised my art sucked and my perspective was cowardly; I realised how selfish, ignorant, and foolish I was and still am. And you know, I was astounded by how beautifully broken everything about me is, which influenced a strong sense of love and appreciation for I saw myself without fear. I was no longer hiding, afraid of who I really am, which inspired an interest in change for I could choose who and what I'd like to become as a human.

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