Can I Be Me?

The Whitney Houston documentary on Netflix, Whitney – Can I be me, is a reminder for us all to assume the risk and just be ourselves no limits whatsoever and to just let go of the ones who don’t. While being kind with everyone.

Can I be me? She used to say in the most unselfish way possible.

Uniquely, she just wanted freedom. She obviously liked what she was doing, but she also wanted to believe in everything she did. To have fun and to love. The greatest love of all.

Raw.

She had elegance. The filthy gorgeous rawness comes from elegance or it is rawness precisely that creates elegance. She refused to pretend at any time or say even the tinniest, most innocent lie neither through eyes nor through words. Nothing. Raw at all times. The courage and the trust.

Furthermore, without ever getting any kind of advantage from any kind of love or manipulating through love.

Dignity.

Elegance.

She could wear anything and still look elegant: from high waisted, baggy jeans and tank top to a sparkling, fringed skirt to a pink dress to an oversized hoodie and leggings. It is something that can not be faked and this is the beauty of it. Elegance only exists if it is true. Elegance is raw. Just like pure love is. It says something.

Elegant: graceful and stylish in appearance or manner. Synonyms: stylish, graceful, tasteful, discerning, refined, sophisticated, dignified, cultivated, distinguished, classic, smart, fashionable, modish, decorous, beautiful, artistic, aesthetic, lovely.

She didn’t have to follow any rules, she was just being true to herself and this gave her freedom and ultimately the love she shared.

She might have seemed crazy at times, but it takes a little bit of crazy to confront the world to just stick to your own core. She was rebellious in the most kind and loving way for a greater good. For that special extra something she chose to feel and live. For something greater than us she refers to as God. Within yourself. For love.

Love.

Can I be me? She knew she was the love, she was true to herself and it made her love herself in a way she never put herself first. Love was. Nothing of what she did seemed like the world to her. She loved what she did, but most of all she loved love. She used love only and solely for the greater good, for love.

Kindness.

Sweet love.

And wait till you hear the mom! at the end of 👇🏻.

Or till Bobbi Kristina comes in 👇🏻. The way Whitney just lets her baby be and the way Bobbi Kristina loves that, the way the baby looks at her mom, the way they dance, the way Whitney stops the band, the way Whitney teaches her daughter the rhythm on the stage is exactly the way she teaches her baby to love.

Freely.

Or till Whitney melts when hugging her baby and then just can’t get enough of hearing her baby 👇🏻.

Not in “my baby is everything to me” way, but rather in a “I am just melting this is how much I love her” way. This, too, comes from elegance and free love. My pride and joy she would say.

In the long run, there is just one love, one Whitney and yes, we can!