wishful shrinking.

it’s a constant battle; like everything else i need to change about myself. the momentary relapse of that one click. the “tomorrows” that never fall through. the inconsistency of my diets. no passion, no discipline, no openness to rectify.

i need to pray more, read Your words more. but sometimes, i’m just pure lazy and tired of retreating to my old ways. the soul within me is a stubborn one – one that rebukes the wonderful course of transformation. i need You.

it’s still hard to rely on You rather than just myself. problems are made less complicated when they are our own to keep. still, You know my worries and i’m slowly entrusting my wretched disposition to You – my very own, personal Make Up Artiste. please, make me pretty.