Crying is anything but a sign of weakness.
It is a necessary facial for our emotions, peeling open our vulnerability, extracting happiness,
cleansing the soul.
When we weep, we shed our dull, tired skin, comprised of everything holding us back, and unclog the pores to unveil a renewed sense of self.
When tears fall, a smile forms. A smile so pure and so blinding that even the brightest stars in the sky recoil in jealousy.
When the waterworks flow, a catharsis arrives from surrounding yourself with those who love us as we are: mascara drops and puffy eyes.
When we cry, laughter ensues, leaving a sweet hurt around the edges of our smile.
So you see, my dear, crying is nothing to be ashamed of. It is a warm hug from an old friend reminding you, “It’ll all be okay in the end.”
Photography: Jacob Goldberg