While scrolling through some of my old iPhone notes, I came across this little thing I had jotted down back in June. I'm not sure what inspired the words or what you would call them, some ramblings? A poem maybe? Whatever these words are, I like them.
She's always a little undone.
Her nails chipped.
Her hair unkempt.
Her glasses always smudged, scratched and a little crooked on her face.
Her lips are chapped.
She laughs a little too loud.
Sometimes she lets the littlest things get the best of her.
She finds beauty in every sunset.
She softens at the sound of waves.
She has found a love for exploring.
She has found a value in imperfection.
She found beauty in herself.
She has learned the importance of falling in love with who she is.
When she fell in love with herself she found that she also fell in love with all the world has to offer.