Moving past shame

No. I don’t feel shame when I look at this because of my hot pink dress and necklace, bright blue stockings, or wings. I look fierce af, no doubt about that. I was living in New Orleans at the time, in a grungy art house, working at a shitty non-profit, going out a lot, drinking too much, making dope friends, some ok frenemies, and just living my best life…except there was all this negative, toxic-ass energy I kept attracting.