i still remember the days i prayed for what i have now.


this is me. 

not a stitch of make up.

generously speckled in freckles and wet hair on a towel waiting for treatment to work its magic. 
(ps. am still waiting. my hair is crazy hopeless) 

it's not a pretty picture but i'd just completed a forearm balance workshop, learnt something new, spent time with my family and i had a messy house for me to sort through. filled with so much good stuff!


but i was (and am) very happy and contented! 

xx

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