hi. my name is ❁✿❀❀✿❁. but you can call me:

unloved     not enough     never enough     unworthy     invisible
unimportant     weak     filthy     used     disgusting     pathetic
stupid     depressing     bossy     ungrateful     hairy     flimsy     stupid

oh the list, it goes on & on.
you can call me these because at one point someone made me feel as if those titles defined me:
          unloved, stupid, weak.

hi. my name is ❁✿❀❀✿❁. i was once a little six year old girl,
          with aspirations to become.
simply becoming a great me.

i dreamed of fulfilling a purpose- of standing for something meaningful.

though the dreams are still there, the names placed upon my identity over time have weighed me down like an anchor.

thirteen years later, i sit in a crowded coffee shop peeling off weight after weight of labels placed upon my heart- words that i have tried so hard not to believe.

hi. my name is ❁✿❀❀✿❁. you can call me whatever it is you please, but do know that the six year old me still lives on, daring you to say what you want. she is still fighting. & winning, i hope.

she is the face of every daughter
every hope and dream of a little girl, bundled into one.
so say and title me as you will.

hi. my name is ❁✿❀❀✿❁. but you can call me: free.
          free of those words- those weights, you once tied to me.