When I look at myself,
I see a woman who straightens everything
because she is crooked (or potentially has some form of undiagnosed OCD)
I see a woman who is afraid of hope
and desperately wants to accept reality,
but cannot because
she cannot accept herself
or maybe God will change His mind
and be gracious toward her
I see an unchanging woman
and yet, a woman who is changing bit by bit
by fear, by uncertainty, by the unknown future...