And then I remembered how great of a person I am for surviving and reaching this far from what I used to be. And nothing will change that. I may have chosen a different path than many would but that doesn’t make me any less of the person I am.

Never again will it be you, or anyone else who will make me feel like I’m not good enough. Because I am. If you don’t see that than clearly I’m the wrong girl for you, but as a person I’m not wrong.

With every struggle, with every thing that happened I’ve managed to be here. And if life is a race I’m right alongside with people who’ve struggled less and had a better life, that makes my entire existence an achievement and I shall never forget that.

Look me in the eye and say you loved me right, look me in the eyes and say you loved me despite.

Look me in the eye and say you loved me wholly, look me in the eye and say you were fond of me entirely.

Look me in the eye and say it wasn’t my body you attracted, look me in the eye and say you loved me in-fact.

Look me in the eye and say you never did me wrong, look me in the eye and say you were right all along.

Look me in the eye and say I stabbed your heart, look me in the eye and say I let you part.

I loved you in-fact, I loved you right, despite my mistakes.

Today I weep your absence, the ghost of a lover I once knew.

Here’s an obsession I grew over a woman.

No, she wasn’t extra ordinary. No, she wasn’t breathtakingly beautiful. No, she didn’t have a kind heart or even a soul. She wasn’t a person I should be losing sleep over.

This was the woman I had implanted in my head to be out of this world. Why?

He would bring her up constantly, he would tell me she was around waiting for him, for him to give her a chance. She was ready to fight the world by his side. All he had to say was yes. This is a speech I’ve heard a hundred times and one that I didn’t like hearing. With every fall out he brings her up to seed this thought in my head that if I don’t give in now I would be losing him to her. The girl who portrayed perfection, the picture he drew was nothing less.

But she’s just another woman, one like me. No she doesn’t stand out in a crowd. But I grew insecure over the image I had built up in my mind. I obsessed over this and grew blue for days.

But then one fine day, she walks into the same cafè that I was in. I saw her and it hit me, she’s just like me. She’s ordinary as I am.

So don’t let men manipulate you into thinking you are any less good, they do this so you’ll lose yourself and your confidence and that’s only when they feel safe enough. How many men out there can handle a woman at her best? Let her fly and trust she’ll always come home to you. Do you really need to cut her wings off because you have your issues and you’d rather be certain than take a chance with this little bird you’ve fallen for? When you change who they are, they forget to fly. When you trap them, they forget all the amazing things they are.

Let them fly, let them love. Let them embrace their reality, just have faith.