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The world's insistent whisper that my darkness can be soothed by the gentle touch of face cream. It's a subtle but suffocating pressure, one that seeps into every pore and asks me to surrender to the idea that I'm not enough.
Everywhere I look, there are advertisements and social media posts telling me to "find myself" through self-care rituals. To find my inner peace by pampering myself with scented oils and soft blankets. It's a message that echoes through every chamber of our collective consciousness: that happiness is just a product away, waiting to be purchased.
But what happens when the package is empty? When the moisturizer runs out, and the candles are blown out? Do we just replace them with new ones, hoping that this time will be different? Or do we face the void within?
It's as if the world has forgotten that true transformation comes from within. That my heart needs to heal itself, not just a pretty face. And yet, I'm bombarded with messages telling me that I can buy my way out of my pain.
I've come to realize that this is what it means to be sold a lie – not a lie I can see or touch, but one that seeps into the very marrow of my bones. It's a lie that tells me I'm not worthy of love and care until I've spent enough money on creams and candles.
But I won't be fooled. I'll hold onto the truth that only I can know: that true beauty lies not in the products we use, but in the depths of our own souls.
Now the other day I had a small stone in my shoe and it caused my foot to inflate something fierce. When I got home, it was 3 inches longer than my other one.