“Speak your truth quietly and clearly.” - Desiderata
This is a personal mantra I repeat several times a day, because I find it so hard to do. In a world of glitter and noise, the truth can be lost. We talk over each other, clamoring to be heard.
Truth’s note is clearer and quieter than all the others. It has a pitch I’m trying to pay more attention to, so that I know it when I hear it, and so that I learn to hit it myself.
I think truth is when someone wears something that is exactly her, be it a cashmere scarf or a ratty t-shirt or 5-inch YSL stilettos—not trying too hard, not being falsely modest, simply not attempting to be someone or something she is not. It’s when someone owns her voice and speaks her mind. Owns her body and treats it well, and listens to it.
It’s when someone is at peace with who she is at that very moment, and with the circumstances of the life that surrounds her.