Be who you want
To be
Today
Don’t bring the
Doubt carried
Aimlessly
By yesterday
Know that was
Who you were
And today
Is who you are
But, oh, sweet child
You get to be
Whoever
You want
To be
You are infinite
Possibility
Only limited by
What your
Ageless soul
Can
Imagine
So go now
Begin today
Let the power of that
Beginning
Flow through
Every thought
And aim for brilliance
Because
There is nothing
You cannot accomplish
You are
Your own hearts
Desire
The battle wages within.
She is a champion, driven and dependable. The heart of an empath. The blood of a warrior. The mind of a scholar. The smile of an angel.
But inside, she is a failure. A fraud. A broken down actress who fakes it because she doesn’t know any other way.
She is everything. Yet… She is nothing.
Do you see her there? Pushing herself in every attempt to attain perfection. Striving constantly to one up herself.
Do you understand what it takes to persist without persistence, to subsist without sustenance?
She is everything. No. She is nothing.
He sees her. Watching her struggles and successes. He is proud of her, regardless of her endeavor or its outcome.
But she is blind to his adoration and deaf to his respect. She can only feel her own isolation. She cannot be taught.
She is everything. But, she is nothing.
Until… He makes her see. He makes her feel. He makes her learn.
The world shrinks and life seems manageable. The darkness doesn’t seem so black and the lightness isn’t so blindingly bright.
She learns of respect, worth and hope. She finds peace in the corners she once ignored. And finally, basking in the warmth of self actualization… She is the sunset and the sunrise.
She does not have to be everything.
She was never, ever nothing.
If you ever see a photo of yourself laughing and wish you looked that good all the time…
If you ever just feel terrible, and don’t think anything could lift your spirits…
If you ever hurt, inside your heart, in the way that women know all too well…
If you ever look in the mirror and hate what you see…
If you ever cry yourself to sleep and wake up in the morning with puffy eyes and blotchy skin…
If you ever stand in front of your lover and wonder why you don’t see heat in their eyes…
Smile, pretty girl.
Smile the kind of smile that reaches your eyes and your heart.
Smile the kind of smile that makes your jaw ache.
Smile the kind of smile that feels wrong and false until it doesn’t.
Smile the kind of smile that you get when you dream.
Smile the kind of smile that your mother, child, best friend or puppy gets to see everyday.
Smile the kind of smile that says, “fuck me, I want you.”
Just Smile, pretty girl.
Because no matter what is going on,
That Smile will make it better.
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