in another world, when you are loved, you grow wings  to show it. the bigger the love, the bigger the wings.Â
and a world that sees wings as the ultimate status symbol. celebrities with gigantic wings that cannot fly because they are too heavy. monarchs that have stylists to enlarge their (very stumpy) wings.Â
babies born with the soft proof of their parentâs love, babies flaking off feathers when their parents donât care enough. teenagers who watch their wings flake and grow every day, never sure who loves them or doesnât. having your crush figure out you like him because his wings wonât stop fluffing up.Â
bullies who fake having large wings, who hurt others because they never felt whole, who go home and try to wish their feathers into growing. gentle, soft people who have long wings theyâre embarrassed of, who tuck them and try to be average because they donât like showing off.Â
weddings where thereâs so much love in the room everyoneâs wings swell up. the couple having perfectly matched wings which donât stop their steady growth. waking up next to your husband of six years to find heâs gone and all your feathers have fallen off.
a girl who is pushed down and laughed at for her little wings, her broken home. who knows sheâs ugly for it, who feels perfectly alone. who one day walks into a room with another girl who happens to complement her shirt and within six days has become the closest friend sheâs ever learned. her wings spreading big and wide and proud over other peopleâs heads, her new feathers getting in the way because sheâs not used to them, pushing her new feathers out of the way so she can kiss the girl sheâs dreamed about.
finding your best friend and watching the feathers sprout. lying awake in bed feeling useless and yet having this proof that someone out there loves you. helping a stranger on the train only to have a few cautious pinfeathers tickle their way out. wondering if they felt that tickle, too.
waking up from a dream very confused, hoping a boy six blocks down doesnât come into school with suddenly slightly larger wings. ace people with arching wings who are absolutely loved by their friends, who are absolutely loving. your boyfriend promising you that boy heâs flirting with means nothing, finding that your feathers are slowly falling out in the shower each morning.Â
having average wings and a sad heart and doing your best to be alive and happy and whole but failing terribly - but working towards it, slowly, until one day you see your wings spreading and get excited about who it could be, who liked you enough to change you this drastically; only to figure out on a tuesday afternoon that itâs you, youâre the one who loves yourself for once; and the thought is so big and wide and lovely that you sit down on the floor and canât stop crying because despite everything, you made it. and thatâs amazing.
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