

This year I want to share more of my face. I love showing every fleeting emotion that passes through me, authentically, genuinely, unabashed. It confuses people. I think it makes me beautiful. Raw, like an uncut diamond.
My only fear, and this is where you come in, is for my privacy. I ask that you don’t download or share my content. I know you don’t view it that way, I know you think you own my content, you paid for it, and it’s simply the nature of the game, honey. It’s the internet after all.
But you see, the moment you assert power and control of what is ultimately mine, I’ll relinquish you of the trust and vulnerability I’ve bestowed on you and you’ll be poorer for the experience. A woman might seem replaceable to you, but you can never replace me. You can move on, but there is only one of me.
And my depths are as great as the oceans. You are just meeting the surface.
Don’t be the bad apple that spoils the barrel. Because once it does, I’ll sunk that barrel into the seas, nailed shut and you’ll be deprived of what exists beyond the walls that locked yourself into.