hi i'm zee. i'm 17 years old as of the moment i'm writing this to you.
i have met numerous boys until i met you. used them as substitutes as to what it would feel like to be finally with you.
i hate feeling like a burden so i tend to bottle up my feelings and sometimes i eventually explode.
i like the rain. i like how nature reminds me that it's normal to feel sad and to cry.
i like sunsets more than i like the sunrises. i like how the sun setting tells me that even the most important things in life get tired and
needs rest so i should too.

i'm unsure about what i like. but i'm pretty sure about you.
i have nights where i question myself what's taking you so long to finally get to me? are you even coming?
--- i have thought about giving up in love and how i don't need it. how i can live without you.
i haven't met you but god, you're always in my mind.

i'm needy, remind me everyday why you chose me. remind me that you love me because i am unsure if you do.
i have nights where i imagined you holding me, so when you do get to hold me please never let go.

i hope you'll never let me go, never let me write another letter like this.

i have incredibly bad writer's block i could go on months of not writing anything
but i can never continue my day without saying a word to you.

hi i'm zee, again. i'm not sure how old i am now that you finally get to read this.
i don't know if i'm still all the things i wrote. but i'm still sure of you.

Little girl started feeling insecure at the age of twelve, certainly it wouldn't be the last.

At first the voices didn’t get to her, but eventually, the voices got to her enveloping her into an all too familiar embrace that she wanted to escape.

At the age of 13, it was a fresh new start, it was the start of freshmen year,  little girl was actually doing okay but she couldn't help but hear the voices at the back of her head, screaming at her, comparing her to numerous other girls she saw on instagram, on runways and on the hallways, how different in size and appearance she was compared to all of them.

At the age of 14, little girl thought everything was going to change unfortunately for her, it didn’t when insecurities came crashing down onto her like how reality crashes down unto you after reading a good book, when people did not only comment how big she was but they started being more specific about their implications.

Normally, she wouldn't have taken it seriously.
Scientifically, it was normal for her to grow on those areas because, news flash, it's part of adolescence, but for her, it was just another file to add into a file cabinet, she called life. A disorganized file cabinet, she was too exhausted to organize.

14-year-old girl started wearing 2 sports bras at once, not minding how she couldn't breathe, not minding how her lungs were gasping for relaxation and to be able to be comfortable enough to grasp oxygen, but she did not care with how the way her body was begging her to give it oxygen, her body did not deserve to breathe for being such a burden in her life.

14-year-old girl also learned how to skip meals, it was the year in which she learned how to lie about her being full because it would be embarrassing enough to say that she was hungry at 6:30 am in the morning when she basically devoured everything they had for dinner, to at least fill up the gaping hole of emptiness and unsatisfaction she feels when she looks at herself in the mirror and can't a single thing to like about herself.

14-year-old girl also learned how to act, act sick so no one would question her why she threw up all the food she devoured, when in reality she grasped onto her neck, so tightly, choking herself and made her release all the chewed up food they had for dinner, unfortunately it did not release all the insecurities and coped up feelings she kept inside of her, she punished herself because her body did not deserve that satisfaction, her body did not deserve being rewarded for being such a burden in her life.

14-year-old girl told herself to not eat.  Simple.
14-year-old girl told herself that guys wouldn't like her because of her insecurities.
14-year-old girl had to swallow every tear that was made when people made fat jokes at her. That was the only thing she was good at. Swallowing, devouring, being fat. Being such a ******* burden.

Little girl was always so immersed into her body, always investing time to punish herself because she was never what the norms were.

At the age of 15 little girl gave up on caring.

15-year-old girl realized she did not need people's validation on how she should look physically.

15-year-old girl realized that her body is a temple worthy of praise and worship, not insults and comments about how it should look.

15-year-old girl understood the concept of false advertisement.  

15-year-old girl realized that she is lovable, she is worth love and she does not need any guy to show her that, that the only love she needed was love towards herself.

i always had a type.
guys who played guitar.
so i don't know why i'm still surprised
when they mistake my heart strings as guitar strings.

i think of people as if they're stars
billions are existing, brightly shining
each star necessary to complete variations of constellations
but when one star dies out, you can never complete it.

much like people,
billions are existing, brightly shining
unaware of the purpose they have
blinded by other's lights they forget their own
forgotten brightness, they forget the purpose they have
in other's lives.