Explore the wounds that were inflicted upon you.
Rip off those band aids you used to cover them up, tear them open
and remove all the dirt left behind in your flesh.
Keep them from rotting and festering,
prevent them from turning into new scars.
Then scream and curse
until your lungs are raw and keep screaming,
scream until all the negativity has left your system and you feel nothing but relieve.
Even the most fearful amongst us have a side that is fearless.
No more boxes, no more labels, no more strangers deciding who you are.
More explosions, more passion, more love.
Love for yourself, for who you are and what you do
because you are beautiful, intelligent and kind
and anyone who tries to convince you otherwise
shouldn’t ever be considered worth your time.
Honey, you are a goddess.
Instead of walking over you, people should quiver in your wrath
because how dare they mess with someone so powerful.
You read, you grow, you learn.
And though you will never be perfect you are getting pretty **** close.
Learn to be okay with the beating of your heart and the fact that you take up space.
Love the way you walk, you talk, you sing, you dance.
Accept that the only person who completes you is you.
You were born with two hands and a strong set of shoulders,
of course you can hold your world up on your own
and don’t fret when you drop a stitch, sweetheart,
it’s not the end of your life.
Pick it up and try again,
draw knowledge from the mistakes you’ve made.
Trust me, there are many more to come
but every time you will fall down
you’ll get back off of that cute little *** of yours
and back onto your pretty feet
and you will be stronger than you ever were before.
