My peach pale skin with blemishes from the zits I had when I was a kid…

From all the sadness and all the anger.

All the grief that built up inside my lungs and I couldn’t get it out cuz I was too afraid to express myself.

And I had too much fear in my way, and I was suffocating in shame.

And my fear exposed itself with acne all over my face.

But then “time” did it’s thing and eventually I grew up to become an adult, and the acne went away.

Maybe because I accepted my self when and I realized I can’t be mySelf.

And well, acceptance sets you free doesn’t it?

I think it does, but if you can’t be yourSelf then you’re destined to blend in and be as miserable as them, covering up the truth about the stories that still hurt them.

Which is why acceptance only works if you’re honest with yourself.