To the girls who never feel good enough:
I see you standing there dissecting every feature of yourself. The curves you refuse to love, the mistakes you made at work, every test you bombed, the moments you had a hott mess moment in front of a loved one.
You sit there, hating yourself.
You’re never going to be one of them.
A smart girl. A pretty girl. A girl worthy of love.
What is it about us that we thrive in the negativity. We remember every excruciating time we were told we weren’t good enough, we weren’t smart enough, we weren’t pretty enough. We repeat them over and over again. We chose to believe we’re dark and twisty souls incapable of succeeding.
We replay the harsh words over and over again.
We thrive in the negativity refusing to acknowledge the friends who believe in us, time after time.
The ones telling us we have a voice and to use it. The ones who see the spark in our eyes. The ones telling us we’re going to change the world.
We replay the mistakes we’ve made, replaying the voices telling us we’re stupid, it’s what stupid girls do. But we forget to acknowledge the moments we succeeded. The times we took charge at work. The problems we’ve solved.
We replay the boys who told us we weren’t good enough. We weren’t pretty enough. We were too much. Refusing to acknowledge the others telling us how beautiful we are. How passionate we are.
We chose to thrive in the negativity, forgetting to thank the ones telling us how strong, smart, capable we are. The ones telling us we’re going to change the world, we just got to believe it.
