You’re worth more

As long as I can remember, in order to feel good about myself, I needed a boy to notice me, to give me that second glace, to make me feel like I was the only girl in the world.

But as I grew I felt the glances of many hovering over me like a cloud bringing sunshine, rain or storm. Any minute of every day could bring my self esteem to its breaking point and make me feel inadequate and needy because we live in a world where we are rarely allowed to be comfortable.

From the way we look, to the way we dress to the way we are, everyone around has told us that standards are everything and that no one cares unless you’re pretty or dying.

In order to be liked, we need to be one of the two. So we slit our faces with paint brushes loving yourself would be ‘stuck up’ or ‘lazy’.

Knowing that you are enough is never enough for the world, a sin to most. But when we walk down the street with men calling us name and spitting words of deceit and disrespect we’re always, always advised to ignore it.

When are we gonna realize that our worth is not to be found in the eyes of anyone else.

If their words have the power to degrade us, we are degrading ourselves even after knowing that words don’t mean anything unless I determine what they mean to me.

At the end of the day, if you lay your head on a tear stained pillow, remind yourself, you are whatever in the world you want to be and you’re worth more than empty words, more than their standards.

One day you’ll realize it, it just takes time.