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.
She had elegance. The filthy gorgeous rawness that comes from elegance or it is the rawness that creates the elegance? She refused to pretend, at any time, or say even the tinniest, most innocent lie neither through her eyes nor through her words. Nothing. Raw at all times. The courage and the trust! Without ever looking for any kind of advantage from any kind of love or manipulating through love (although that kind of love we can not even name love).
She could wear anything and still look elegant: from high waisted, baggy jeans and a 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 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 and stick to your own core. She was rebellious in the most kind and loving way. 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.
Can I be me? She knew she was the love, so she loved herself in a way that she never put herself first. 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, herself, for love.
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.
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 used to say.
In the long run, there is just one love, one Whitney and yes, we can!