I don't think I am who I desire to be. Sounds weird?? That's what I thought too. It's been a long process of discovering myself and frankly...I'm not actually done. What I have recently discovered is this: My inner beauty is...and I repeat...is completely opposite of my outer beauty.
When I contemplate on this in particular, one image repeatedly plays over in mind, like the end of the movie real in a projection room. I AM a true Matryoshka (Russian Doll). All of my inner parts have different dimensions, ideas, loves and desires just nesting and yearning to have its moment in the sun.
