It's easy to feel like that girl again.
The one who hid in the corner at the mixers.
The one who felt a lump in her throat when she thought someone didn't like her.
Didn't respect her for who she was. Who she is.
It's so easy to fall into that trap.
I hate it. I hate when my mind tricks me into thinking that girl is still here.
She's long gone.
Many years of therapy behind me. Many a moment of heartache and struggle.
I have no need for her angst anymore.
I have friends who know my worth.
Who value me for who I am.
Who feel the vibes I send out and sense how strong I am.
How strong I can be.
I will always be enough.
And I'll never let anyone tell me ... make me feel ... indicate otherwise.
What you may not know is how hard it is to remind myself of that.
And I DO.
But it's damned hard sometimes.
And yet I still DO.