I used to think of myself as broken glass
So breakable and fragile who couldn’t handle being dropped
A girl balancing on the edge of okay
If I had hurt myself or someone hurt me
I would pick up the pieces
But cut myself again on the sharp edges
No boy could ever love me enough
When I thought that them loving me is the only way I’d feel completely totally enough
Not too much
Lord knows I was already too much space to waste on a self when you could have much prettier dainty things
truly perfect and imperfect but in the most magical ways
Like girls in movies
Quirky but also crazy
Beautiful and they love themselves
Because there's nothing not to love
I’m realizing now that I’m not breakable
That I can’t just be tossed away and thrown to the side
I have spirit
And that can never be cracked
With everyone who has ever loved me
Or stopped loving me, or never loved me
It will only start to matter when I love me
When I am perfect to me
And my quirks are only part of the package
Not wrapped for someone else
But for me
I’m the one who has to live in this body, in this mind
I can handle having a couple of scratches and fogged glass
But I am not broken