Strokes aren’t pretty.
Now, I can hear you sputtering about how I should find mysel beautiful, and I do.
I’m just not PRETTY.
Pretty can fade with time.
Pretty is swallowed by ugliness in your soul
Pretty is like candy. It’s good, it’s fun, you want some, but it won’t FEED you.
It’s a trait I’m learning to say without feeling that it has to be hidden.
I’m the role model to little girls who are growing up in a world that values the PRETTY, not the BEAUTIFUL.
The part of me that still laughs. The part of me that cries in frustration, then gets up to try again. The part would rather look ugly, but honest.
My friend Karen has an amazing way of seeing the beauty in everyone.
If you haven’t tried to say KAREN WALROND FROM CHOOKOOLOONKS after a stroke, you should.
That was fun.
Thanks for that, Karen!