Playing second and third string for so long, I had forgotten happy.
How to smile, laugh, just be me.
I had forgotten myself.
But in the past few months I have been reminded.
I have been told to remember.
To be shown I matter I am valued.
I am important.
That I am funny, smart, desired, cared for, sought after.
And while I may not be for some.
I may be all to another.
Laughing.
Uncontrollably.
Smiling.
I am valuable to some.
My thoughts and opinions cared for. Asked for.
Being reminded I am not anything other than wonderful.
And even my hurt is a part of my beauty.
My bruises and scars a part of my character.
And that I am more than enough.
The confidence that had been slowly stripped coming back.
With avengence.
With patience.
Xoxo,
C.
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