What a powerful image. I can see this woman in her tower wondering what happened. Why did her youthful dreams not work out? What were those dreams, anyway. Like many, she can’t even remember what they may have been – she may not even remember even having any dreams. Her life is a yawning cavern waiting for something to fill it. She toils away trying to fill the void, but it’s useless because it’s all without substance.
I Love Myself Today, but Maybe Not Tomorrow
Recently I was at an event where body image was one of the many issues dealt with for the participants. One of the participants had revealed indirectly while sharing about other things that he had body issues. He was asked to come the next day prepared to reveal what he was insecure about and the […]