Unfolding My False Beliefs

I was painted with some colors,

Some bright and playful,

Others - dark, sad and traumatic.

I believed I couldn’t wash them away.

I actually believed it was supposed to be that way.

Then I noticed that other people, experiences and circumstance

Kept adding new layers of color to my body.

Again, I thought it was supposed to be this way.

The paint on my body became heavy, overwhelming and destructive.

When I could not bear it anymore I said: “Enough is enough!”

I made a decision that I won’t take any more paint from outside.

There was this voice inside of me shouting:

“Your true colors are under the layers of paint.”

I did not know how, I did not know when

But I had a faith that impossible is actually possible.

Slowly the layers of guilt and shame started disappearing.

The feeling of getting closer to my true colors gave me hope.

I discovered that there were some layers of paint

I was not even aware of.

Curiosity and excitement filled my heart.

My body felt lighter,

I could actually feel my own skin.

One day I looked at the mirror

And noticed that there is no paint on my body.

It scared me at first because I realized

I didn’t even know who I was.

The moment of awakening came,

I realized I could paint myself anyway I wanted to.

This is when I began my journey

Of becoming who I am today.

Now when I look at the mirror,

I feel joy, love and freedom.

I am my own artist creating the reality

Me and my soul desire.