ZEBRA

It was hard to be a Zebra

I didn’t follow the croud, I followed my passions & joy, what was keeping me alive

I couldn’t care less of society rules

I had « to settle »! Believe me i m allergic to those words.

I looked for ways to be me, entirely me, loving me, rebellious, spiritual, feminine me, WHOLY ME

For the hypersensitive, they will understand me

Everything is too much

Everything is too intense

You have way too many skills & you get overwhelmed

It is me. My raw me. I felt misunderstood!

God told me I could it all, oh well, so many ideas, driving me in a burn out

So I didn’t focus on one field but in all fields where my capacities could be used to the beneficial of all

I am a billions of me at the same time

I wish everyone could feel the thrill of being whoever they want to be when they want to

I thank all our mothers for fighting to give us a voice one day

We all have an other definition of success, yet reach yours, and no approbation is requested anymore

Nothing to prove anymore, I did it all, I m aiming to do way much more, I encourage women to speak louder, I encourage whoever sees an injustice or a way to do better to jump and do so

Always too many ideas, yet with so many sacrifices, but it was always worth it

Speak up loud, we all have a message to share

We can do it all, we can achieve it all, we can dream infinitely

I litterally didn’t know I could create whatever came in my mind. Dear Zebras, rounds in between squares, you can, we can draw it all.

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