Omg this is so sweet it brought tears to my eyes, the simple joys
I like being better, I said
It feels soft.
The edges are curved and I glide,
I do not run.
It’s like the world is less harsh.
I no longer feel like a serrated knife-
Walking around aimlessly.
Everyday afraid of the next person I will obliterate.
I no longer fear the words people say.
They do not matter.
Because I know I am better.
Not the very best,
But better than how I was.
A yes or a no, no longer sends my head spinning
Because I’ve grown quite fond of maybe.
Just as I am soft,
And it feels right.
In the same way a nice bowl of oatmeal,
feels warm in the morning.
Embracing the sunlight, too feels warm.
My glassy eyes were transformed with tears.
I thought I would never stop.
They said crying is healing,
I spat at their lies-
Disgusted by my vulnerability.
I used to be a piece of glass.
People watched me from a distance,
Always afraid to get too close
Because I would shatter.
But I realize my tears have washed away
much more than just mascara.
I learned to feel.
The phrase ‘It’s a healing process’ used to sound like a death sentence.
But now I see that it’s just them saying to be patient.
The virtue I am learning.
I was told to take refuge in thought that life is gradual,
I didn’t think it would ever come.
But it did.
When each day is not as hard as the last,
I know that I am no longer a serrated knife.
I am becoming soft.
Healing is a journey.”
a girl can respect herself and still take booty pics wtf y’all talkin about