I’d always felt like everyone else was right. Turns out, all those people – who judged me, hurt me, blamed me, made me feel like I was trash from old money – were never right.
Cut to the chase, they broke me and left.
Everyone reaches a breaking point. It’s only normal. Not everyone can bounce back. I’m so glad I could. It’s been a week, and it feels amazing to my happy, jokey self again. It’s like I’ve rediscovered lost bits of me.
With the right people, bouncing back is cakewalk.
I’ve realized I don’t need to escape into, or from, anything. There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m whole, undamaged, pristine. Nothing can touch me.
My hair is not too thick.
My eyes are not too big. They’re fine.
My style is not too loud.
I am not too weird.
I am not too short. Or too skinny. Or too fat. Not for the right person.
For the right people, there’s never TOO anything.
Every piece of me slots into place with the right people. It’s like watching a jigsaw puzzle magically come together. I might be a little teacup, but I’m awesome.