A long time ago I lost myself. For years I was searching for the helpless girl I had to leave behind.
I was seeking for her in the mirror. I was looking for her in my attitude, in my clothing, in my eyes, in my faked smile, in my new hair, in my tears.
As I lost her, I lost myself too by searching for her.
Plot twist. I never found her. She is gone. Forever.
I don't know when it happened but I found instead of the young lost girl a freaking gorgeous woman.
She is happy, beautiful and strong. I found myself by letting go. By forgiving and focusing on myself.
That's what strength is about.





























