What are you looking at, Suzanne?
I am looking at the face of someone who was taught fear comes first… and boldness comes later.
I am looking at the inner being of a little girl who knew even before life showed her that she was going to lead by transparency instead of tragedy someday.
I am looking at the face of a woman who let the lies of the bottle and the fake ingredients of processed crap hijack her mind daily.
Lastly, I am looking at my heart’s reflection. I see a journey of a woman who literally was saved “Mailbox to Mailbox” as her sneakers pounded, her sweat ran, and her lungs breathed her back into being.
Find the souls that speak your language, so you waste not one minute translating your spirit. And may the space between where you are and where you want to be never stop inspiring you 
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That. Is. All. 