Oh my, how they change you. Bitterness is etched in every cavernous wrinkle on her musty face, every miserable canyon furrowed in her forehead, every tight line around her sour, frowning mouth. Even worse, it is lodged solidly like a cancerous tumor in her fetid heart, rusting, eating, rotting her from the inside out. And instead of healing herself, instead of stopping the decay, she gluttonously binges on anger and jealousy by constantly, relentlessly comparing herself, coming up short, hating, and comparing again, in a self-defeating, self-destructive cycle that only she can break yet irrationally chooses to lock herself into.
I can’t stop others from choosing such a path. But I can watch. And learn. And choose better.
Sweat & Sparkle 