Today I saw a girl in the mirror.
I saw a girl who has never stopped growing, evolving and healing.
I felt her piercing black eyes of a fighter.
She is what the child me always wanted to be.
Imperfect but sufficient.
Strong and vibrant.
She's not looking for the perfect one, she's becoming the perfect one.
Her own king.
She doesn't just exist, she lives.
And so she laughs. She cries. She breaks.
But she always gets up again.
Her smile is shy, her gestures are awkward and her language is rude.
She never stands up straight.
And yes, sometimes she yells "fuck everything".
Sometimes she's loud.
Or Too much.
But she remains genuine and honest.
She will always fight for the ones she loves even if it doesn't always go as planned, but it won't matter because at least she tried.
She is human.
« Old pic of me Bc I was cute af »
27/11/2021
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