
The girl you use to be. The one who quietly sat on her own inside her head every hour of every day.
Wondering if anyone else knew what it was like to overthink and overthink some more, picking apart every situation just to make sense of it.
It didn’t matter whether the situation was big or small, but it matter all too much.
Remember the girl who couldn’t trust a soul for fear that she would say something that was wrong to the mainstream society, and be judged harshly.
Remember the girl who feared that one day people would turn against her for any slight inconvenience she could cause to their life.
Remember the many insecurities that would pulse through her veins that she could barely stand a week.
She who use to listen to the voice inside her head that told her she was all these awful things, and believed it.
She who couldn’t sleep and barely got out of bed everyday, never had an appetite for food, and the only thing that seemed worth while was a drink.
Remember the girl who wore her heart on her sleeves, she who never let anybody in, fearing they would feel her pain, or worse mock her.
The girl who accepted that she was alone and become numb to her own emotions and feelings and let her heart turn cold.
But also remember the women that she is today, she who is stronger and wiser than her past, she who conquered her fears and anxieties, the one who would never sumit to defeat.
It’s a battle, and it’s a walk.
Remember the Girl
Praise the Women



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