This Place

By: Gabriela Yareliz

This place has never been a place where I pose in daily outfits or sponsor brands. It’s not filled with photos of me posing with a bag dangling from my forearm, while looking impeccable.

It’s not a place where I test different shades of makeup or tell you how to eat. I don’t upload my daily meals or purchases (“hauls”). I don’t take photos of my hand holding something or take photos of my legs in bed with a perfectly made up breakfast tray beside me.
This isn’t a critique of those who do that sort of thing, I just want to be clear– this is not one of those places.

I have never wanted to be known for what I wear, my combinations, my eyeliner or what I eat. I am not a fashionista, or a foodie, or a makeup artist, or a film junkie.

This place has no theme or category, for I am too wild for that.

All I have ever wanted was to share my heart. Not only is it enough, but to me, it’s everything.

Here, I think; I write; I grow; I change; I solidify.

Thank you to all of you who continue to read, exchange ideas and think.

This goes out to the seekers of truth, the philosophers, the pursuers of joy, the curious, and the children of God.

I don’t necessarily want to be seen. I think that is why I love writing so much. I don’t want to be seen; I want to be heard. And I want to thank you for listening.

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2 thoughts on “This Place

  1. Love that you know who you are and what you’re about. I’ve always known I wasn’t cut out to be a cutesy mommy blogger–or someone that hawks the latest product. I love finding kindred spirits like you in the ether, seekers who share. Lucky to have found you:).

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