You girl, will survive, even when survival is sweat pants and the best of whatever is left in the fridge.
My friend’s eight year old daughter came up to us when we were talking the other day looking extremely upset and sad. Apparently someone had told her, “oh you’d be so pretty it only you lost all this baby fat.” First of all, she’s eight. She’s a healthy kid who is extremely intelligent and when shes around she brightens the whole room because she’s such a happy child. I wrote this poem for her. And for all little girls out there facing the “pretty” label and being told what they should be to fit that very small limited mould. Don’t worry about what they think you should be. Be whoever YOU want to be.
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All this time he convinced you
that he is the centre of your universe,
whereas the truth is you are the sun,
and he was just a mere planet,
orbiting around your golden essence.
It would take one million of him
to make even a single you.
Your soul is full of such warmth,
such life giving beauty,
that it is he who searched
the entire universe to find you.
Examine the depth of the wound first. Then remind yourself no matter how deep it goes, you will be able to heal it, because you have been able to heal every single wound inflicted on your heart and soul before. You will be able to find the light at the end of the wound, because you have found a way before.
Happy US birthday to my new baby, Wild Embers! This is my child of righteous rage, a collection of femininity, fierceness and strength! If you want some empowerment in your lives you can get it here! hyperurl.co/WildEmbers