Nobody told me what beautiful looked like
written by: Beth Dahill
@bethdahill
Nobody told me what beautiful looked like.
I had to learn it from the inside out.
I had to unzip my skin it had
held me so tightly that my
ribs could no longer
breathe.
I had to turn my outside-in
inside-out body
into a sanctuary of love. A
temple of prayer. Turn
my thorny flesh into a garden where
it was okay to grow fruits and flowers and
where clouds could run like
rain down the side of my face.
I had to step out of that unzipped body and
leave it behind altogether. To
allow different thoughts
different dreams to
fill up my empty glass. My
empty mouth
and drink.
Drink what I did not understand. A
taste I had never known.
Sour and sweet yet bitter. The
taste of earth and air and ocean.
I had to let the lightning rip through my
wounds, salt my pain, distill my fever, until
nothing else was left of me.
I had to learn beautiful
and it was no easy thing.
She currently lives in North London with a gaggle of witches and a mysterious cat.
You can get in touch with her via her website as well as her instagram, facebook and twitter accounts.
- Nobody Told Me What Beautiful Looked Like - November 2, 2016
