Enough

If I could tell my younger-self anything it would be:
You are Enough.
You are MORE than enough,
You are beautiful and sexy and worthy
Just the way you are.
You can say no, or yes, or I want …..
You are good enough, beautiful enough, interesting enough
And anyone who doesn’t see it?
It’s their loss, their blinders, their own insecurities
Don’t let that seep into you,
don’t lower your standards, don’t lessen your shine for anyone.
You are Enough
You are Smart
You are Strong
You are Beautiful
You are Sexy
You are Worthy

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Depressing Teen Writings

Thank You My Love

Thank you, thank you for coming back into my life
thank you for yanking me out of my complacency
for ripping open old wound,
for making my heart feel again.

I have put a strong, hard front up for so long
I have been sleep walking through life
taking care of others, neglecting myself.

Thank you for making me cry again
it feels therapeutic after a long drought,
thank you for making me think again
about what I want and what I don’t.

I have loved you for so long
it will be hard to finally let go,
I am sad we don’t get our happily ever after
that the us I’ve fantasized of isn’t what you want.

Thank you for the sweet moments,
for holding me close and making me feel safe and loved,
even if only for a moment
thank you for pushing me towards finally seeking healing….

Progression of Disbelief (a work in progress)

I don’t believe in small woodland creatures with pointy ears,
No dwarves, fairies, gnomes, or wood elves have made my acquaintance
When I enter the wood, I do not look for them,
I do not imagine the complex and splendid tree roots sticking up from the ground
To be their miniature homes
Or the vibrant green moss to be their insulated roofs.

I do not believe in dragons, krakens, or loch ness monsters
When I step into the inky cold waters
When stillness is all around me
And fog clutches the top like a misty spell
I do not search for them below the depths
Or think I feel their warm and muggy breath upon my body. Continue reading Progression of Disbelief (a work in progress)

The musings of a 30-something, urban, single mother

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