A Tale as Old as Time…

My family bloodline is a long and winding vein rich with history. Each path it takes connects to a courageous and fearsome soul. Trojans, Vikings, celts and American revolutionaries color my past.

When you see my face, what is it that you see? What label do you adhere to its surface? Perhaps it’s chubby to you, or pretty, or even hideous.

What do I see? I see the souls of my past reflecting in the mirror. I see the traits connecting me to them across the centuries, I see sacrifices made so that I may live. I will never know them, but I will forever love them.

Before you label yourself such paltry and incorrect things, look to the past to find the self love only your history can provide.