She is different now
confident.
She has always been so beautiful
but she hasn't seen the beauty with her own eyes
until now.
Writing saved her.
Writing saved her fucking soul.
She leaps out of bed in the mornings instead of staying there all afternoon as she used to.
She began complimenting strangers
pouring her soul into yoga poses
eating enough calories
drinking water.
She began
to shine.
And she did it all
by herself
for no one
but herself.
And that was the beauty of it.
That was the beauty
of her.
-C.D.
(Credits to the artist of the painting in this photo I took in Downtown Seattle)
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