I wept for myself today. A younger me, that is.
For what I wish I could tell her. For what should have been.
I mourned for her years of pain and apathy and feelings of invalidation. For what should have been.
I would give her a big hug, for all the ones she didn't receive.
I would tell her to be brave, but to remember to cry too, for what should have been.
I would take her bra shopping and celebrate her womanhood, for what should have been.
I would tell her about my own pain and trauma. I would teach her what empathy is, for what should have been.
I would encourage her to be honest. I would be serious with her and teach her about grief and sadness, for what should have been.
I would tell her that it's not over. And that she is not who or what others think she is.
I would tell her to smash the impossible mirror she is holding up, for what should have been.
And I would hold her. So, so close. For what should have been.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:17 AM UTC
I wept for myself today. A younger me, that is.
For what I wish I could tell her. For what should have been.
I mourned for her years of pain and apathy and feelings of invalidation. For what should have been.
I would give her a big hug, for all the ones she didn't receive.
I would tell her to be brave, but to remember to cry too, for what should have been.
I would take her bra shopping and celebrate her womanhood, for what should have been.
I would tell her about my own pain and trauma. I would teach her what empathy is, for what should have been.
I would encourage her to be honest. I would be serious with her and teach her about grief and sadness, for what should have been.
I would tell her that it's not over. And that she is not who or what others think she is.
I would tell her to smash the impossible mirror she is holding up, for what should have been.
And I would hold her. So, so close. For what should have been.
