Beautifully Broken.

I look in the mirror,

I cannot decide if I am seeing myself for who I truly am.

Am I perfect?

Am I worthless?

Am I broken?

Am I supposed to hold myself to the standards of other people?

If I accept myself for who I am, who am I accepting?

Should I be telling myself to wear better clothes,

Or to wake up early every morning to put on a mask of makeup?

Because being different in the world today is like being an outspoken woman in the 1800’s.

I want to be different

I want to be unique,

But I’m horrified by the opinion of others.

I will not let them persuade my character.

I will not let them break me down.

I look in the mirror,

I AM beautiful

I have accepted myself for who I truly am.

I am Not perfect.

I am not worthless.

I AM broken. 

I realize that I don’t have to hide behind the values that people have set aside for me

I don’t have to hide my imperfections

I don’t have to feel worthless when no one wants to hang out with me.

I AM beautiful.

BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN.

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