It was a self-deprecating morning.  I looked in the bathroom mirror and I didn’t like my hair.  I didn’t like my dry morning lips.  I didn’t like my puffy face.  Hell, I didn’t even like my pajamas.   There was nothing positive about my reflection.  Except, I was aware.  I was aware of the dislike and the understanding that none of these physical traits defined me.  And I immediately thought, “Beauty is a feeling, baby.”  And from that, a poem and ultimately spoken word piece called “BeautiFULL” was born.  I wrote it in… Read More