"I want to be that girl. The one with many friends, the girl who is both beautiful and down to earth. She is liked by everyone and is still very humble and sweet. Her sense of humor lights up an entire room and everyone naturally gravitates towards her."
I silently thought this to myself not more than a week ago. This feeling has lasted more than a week, of course. This is part of my overall problem. Only a fraction though. I'm taking this one step at time.
I just started to figure out what my problem was. Linda even noticed that I lost "that sparkle" in my eyes, and when she said that to me I had an epiphany. I am "that girl." Somewhere down the line i forgot that and went into a shell and lost that part of me. For the longest time I thought that things didn't happen for me because I wasn't good enough. I'm starting to see now that my life is good and I have had more good things happen to me than bad. Those things that I wanted so badly weren't good enough for me. Somehow destiny knows where I need to be and how I have to get there. I trust that.
Wow what a thought. That something isn't good enough for me and not the other way around. I think it is funny how some people never think they are deserving of anything good when really and truly we all deserve the best that life has to offer us.
I want my sparkle back. I want to love who I am again and inspire others to love themselves. Don't call it conceit when I shower myself with some much needed praise. Hell, I'll even share the love. That's how it should be. We should be each others support systems. I am pledging that I will no longer think of myself as anything less than what I am. No more self hate and put downs. I have been my worse enemy for the past few years and I am really glad that my heroine is making a comeback. It's going to be great to have that girl back.
Imperfection is beauty; madness is genius; and it is better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring- Marilyn Monroe
...and the music played on.
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