‎there were always in me, two women at least,
one woman desperate and bewildered,
who felt she was drowning and another who
would leap into a scene, as upon a stage,
conceal her true emotions because they
were weaknesses, helplessness, despair,
and present to the world only a smile,
an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.
...and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
- anais nin


such an incredible poem my aunt (and god mother, and second mom, and inspiration) posted. gracias madrina!
photog cred: the one and only jana williams: 
www.jana-williams.com