But before it was a philosophy…
it was an aha moment.
It began in noticing.
In questioning what I had accepted as truth—
about beauty...
about myself.
In feeling the subtle, yet gnawing tension
between who I had been...
and who I was becoming.
A moment where things no longer fit.
Where what once felt certain... and sure
began to shift…
and drift.
Where I could no longer unsee—
avoiding...
hiding…
running…
from myself.
Once you see…
you cannot return.
Beauty, I came to understand,
was never something separate from me.
It wasn’t something to achieve—
or perform...
or be reduce to aesthetics.
It was in how I related to myself.
The decisions I made.
The truths I allowed myself to see.
The moments I stopped abandoning myself…
and began to return.
If something in you recognizes this…
you’re already there.