New Orleans Lifestyle

I'm Still Here

Suit: Zara, Makeup: Artistry By Camille, Photography: Scott Simon (iHeartNola)

I’m still here

Despite how they want to regulate my body
Despite how they feel about my skin
I’m still here, even though they don’t want me to be
I’m still here, even though they can’t see me
I’m still here

Aside from the attempts to erase me
Aside from how that benefits you
I’m still here, even though I’m exhausted
I’m still here, even though I’m crying
I’m still here...

My Divinity

Top: H&M by way of Buffalo Exchange, Jeans: River Island by way of ASOS, Shoes: Puma

Photography by Scott Simon of iHeartNOLA.com

I am divine…

Even when I can’t seem to smile or face myself in the mirror,

Even when I can’t stop my tears from flowing,

Even when my nerves shake me crazy

I am divine…

See, my divinity is a reflection of my highest self.

The glow from within seeps out through my sores.

I am divine because I know that I am…

Even when I don’t see myself, I know that I am SEEN

Even when the pressure is weighing me down, I know that I am lifted.

Even when I cant seem to steady my breaths, I know that I am breathing…

When I see myself, I see my divinity.

I find strength in my sensitivity

and exude my femininity

with a natural affinity.

Standing tall in my presence,

You can feel my essence.

My energy is effervescent.

My glow is iridescent.

My truth is my freedom.

This body is my kingdom.

My heart is like gold.

I am a beauty to behold.

When I see myself, I see my divinity…

And I wonder if this world is ready for me…

-C.M.Hamilton

Fine Line

Photography by Clint Blane, Pantsuit by West London Boutique

 

I am but a group of lengthy lines

Extending from one end to another,

From top to bottom,

One point to the other,

My lines are fine...

 

My body is but a stroke of my maker's genius.

Sketched with extension and full intention.

Drawn so beautifully imperfect,

With soft shadows and harsh highlights.

Contouring the pain and the glory.

  My lines look fine...

 

You may find my lines bold and sharp,

 Or maybe staggered and dashed.

They may be pulled every which way.

Or tightly wound and spun around me.

They may be stretched or strained,

But my lines...they stay fine...

 

Sometimes my lines move gracefully.

Swaying softly to melodies of the Universe.

Swindling around in pirouettes,

Perfectly posed and poised.

Strikingly statuesque

My lines...

 

They are sensual, they are strong, they run everlastingly.

They intermingle, they untwist, they are elastic.

They bend, they curve, they intertwine. 

My lines are FINE.