Beauty from brokenness

She’s crying alone on the floor heart longing to be heard but mind. screaming not to be out of shame

As the tears

Drip, that drips from when the neighbour called her fat

Drip, the drip from when she ordered extra fries

Drip, running down her nose that tears from the models on the screen

She looks at Instagram and the images make her want scream

Why am I not her!!

She looks in the mirror and fear grips her,

She sees her reflection and hates it, she’s had society lying and wasting her time,

And mind telling her she’s not good enough because she doesn’t fit their corrupted mould.

She’s told she has to be thin to be beautiful, that if she’s got no thigh gap they’ll sigh that she should try this diet.

This is my story, and your story, and every girl in schools story, and I can only share my portion I cannot speak for you boys but, I know you struggle too.

I’m telling this to give you a window into the souls of so many.

The truth is most of us feel this way but we imagine we're the only ones and out of shame we never say.

I guarantee I feel the same, and so much pain should not be left alone;

The shame doubles the issue;

And the darkness thrives on secrecy.

So let's not hide the tears but shine light on them to dry them.

Crumpled clothes she can unfold as she rises from the cold floor.

There is honour there that she didn't know.

There is beauty beneath the rumpled clothes.

"Do you not see the way your hair was designed to frame your face? or that the freckles that you hate paint stary constellations across your tear-stained cheeks? Do you not see the elegance in your frame? Or how unique the quirks make you? The very things you hate are the things God specially designed for you."

"Have you met your maker yet? the one who hung the stars, he’s the same guy, and he’s an artist would you like to know why?"

Well he only makes rare things, rare and priceless treasures, no one is similar they all have different metrics, there’s beauty in that rarity

Yes, the same stuff you hate, so please don’t try to fade into nothingness or hide your pretty face!

Don’t follow the crazes or lies Instagram sells you!

But rejoice in your differences because that’s what makes you precious.

I swear he won’t abandon you!

He’s never left my side.

Brought freedom from my self-hatred and eradicated all the lies.

I gave it all to him.

He took it without complaint, he held my hand through it all, and didn’t condemn me for my mistakes.

I backtracked a good few times and all he said was... I love you!

Your worth is in me my child, I will always surround you.

You have no idea how much I love you!

So if you haven’t met him yet, my maker of the stars,

I promise he’s the cure,

He’s well worth knowing, and he’s the reason for my life I’m sure.