The Morning After?
Well by now you may wonder who this guy is. Who was the guy trapped in the heels, and the bound by a false identity. This guy was me. I was the one that strived for attention and had no sense of identity. For me false lashes, rougé and and contour could never hide the blemishes of my identity. But now everything had changed. I had changed. He changed me. But what now. It was the morning after and I wasn't sure what was next. That next week came and I began this journey of learning to be a Man, but not just a man, a Man of God. What the world has taught Men should be is not what God called us to be. Being a man can't be taught in a short school session or on the playground. Yet I didn't even know what being a man looked like so I wasn't sure how long it took. I started to consider what my life looked like from here and I drew a blank. I honestly couldn't ever picture being a man. It was almost foreign to me, But at this point I knew that whatev