I should just start appreciating and enjoying the beauty I have now WHILE I reach for an even better and deeper beauty.
Because the prices and the way my parents are fighting me over it, Jesus.
E t e r n a l O p t i m i s t
The name of my Essie nail polish and my view on life.
Most wouldn’t call me an optimist, due to my unceasing cursing and negative comments.
But I have to be an optimist to have clung to my dreams this long.
My dreams are kept alive by the Essie nail polishes that I buy; the pretty dresses hanging in my closet, the tulle - lace - satin fabrics acting as the fabric of my dreams.
And my dreams are killed by the never ending split ends - frizz - difficulty of my hair; the stretch marks - scars - extra pounds that act as the reality binding me here.
I’m never happy with myself or my life, and I lack the determination - strength - perseverance to reach my dreams in reality.
So I live in a half-awake state, half in my unsatisfying reality and half in my unreal dream world.
I either stay an eternally unsatisfied optimist or end up dead.