She throws a gentle smile to herself in the foggy mirror hoping she finally smiles back in satisfaction of her likeness. Blatant traces of her mother’s tired image stares back at her like a frightened owl in the dark of night.
There are days where she’s proud to be her mother’s daughter; a woman whose cracked and callous ridden hands are a trophy of the arduous labor that long sustained her broken family. And then there are days where she wishes she was born to a Wordsworth or a Wellington – you know, someone with power and prestige.
She dreams of one day getting away — finally being free. Free of the uncomfortable, sardine sized cages of her mind. Free of the relentless poverty that entraps her aging body and stifles her effervescent spirit.
About me pages always make my mind go blank, which is ironic because there's really so much to say. I guess what stumps me is where do I start?
Here are the basics: They named me Laura. They, meaning my parents, who were never married but mingled in 1988 in the country of Brazil, where little me was born.
I grew up in New York City among a melting pot of cultures, smells, and hustle.
I've learned to be a go-getter, thinker, intuitive, lover of life, peace maker, and coffee enthusiast - among other things.
I like to write. I've been keeping a journal since my early teenage years. I created Reflect Out Loud to simply share whatever is on my mind in whatever style that comes up for me. I try to let whatever I put out here be free flowing. I simply want to share my thoughts out in the open.
But to simplify this about me: I am a human, having a human experience. I have a story, just like you have a story. And some of that story you'll see here.
Um... I guess that's pretty much all I have for now.
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