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Aug 2014
Breathe in
Let it out
Let go of all the worry
All the dread
All the hatred
For yourself

But how can you
When everyone around you
says you're perfect

People only see the surface
You struggle
The word tears you apart
Every strand of muscle in your heart
Simply shredded

All your life you struggle
To find your path
To find your place
To find you

And how can something so "perfect"
Be so broken at the same time?
Because you're so accustomed to
The theatrics of being "happy"
All of the time
You can't be upset in front of others
You can't be broken in front of the pure
You can't be less than what's expected

You smile.
You don't let the cracks show
You choke back your tears
And just go about the day...

Stop.
Cry in front of them.
Let someone help you.
Be venerable.
Let the people you love see your broken pieces
For once..

Get out there.
Tell the world you're not perfect
And love yourself.
Now breathe in.
I'm Jessi, and I try to love myself everyday.  I am not perfect.
Jessi Robinson
Written by
Jessi Robinson  New York City
(New York City)   
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