Category: prose, or whatever
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my father’s daughter, my mother’s hair
I am my father’s daughter, but I have my mother’s hair. I have my father’s personality. I share his sense of humor and his general outlook on life, but the smaller details that make up so much of who I am come from my mom.
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a mirror’s deception
growing up, I was conformed to believe that beauty is what you see in the mirror. I have spent the greater part of my life comparing myself to the conventional standard of beauty – but this “standard” is not only unrealistic, but it does not truly capture what beauty is meant to be.
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comfort & joy
Christmas used to be about surrounding yourself with loved ones, sitting next to your favorite relative at dinner, singing carols around the piano; funny how we used to wish for things like bikes and dolls, now we only wish to feel that young again.
love always, kristin 