I Write About You
There are times and transitions in life that make you think. I like to stand at the mental landmarks and take stock; where have I been, what have I done, and what is next?
On the eve of ABD's first anniversary, how would it be possible not to reflect?
I thought so many things before I started this brand; I say thought, because now I know that I knew nothing coming in.
But most of all I remember the scrambling at the beginning. Every thing seemed wrong. What would I write about? What would actually be read?
Over time I learned to just write it, and worry less about how many would read and instead, worry about who would read it. Because I write it for you.
The women trying to find themselves, because I still am, too.
I write for the ones who feel incomplete, to remind them, you are indeed enough.
I write to the mothers at their wits end, whose children aren't perfect, but they are all the more precious for it.
I write for the woman still trying to accept her body.
For the ones who aren't afraid to laugh at themselves.
I write about the career girl with stars in her eyes and a pep in her strut.
For all of us just winging this thing called life.
I write about you.
Happy anniversary, my beautiful disasters.
Here's to another year of imperfect perfection.