Let me make you think.
Let me make you squirm.
Let me make you uncomfortable.
Not to be a mean girl but to be an inspiration;
not to make you feel lonely but to show you that you are not alone.
Let me take you by the hand and we’ll peel back the layers together.
Let me show you that your underbelly is not a weakness or something to hide. It is a soft place where dreams are born and die and are born again but with bigger wings.
Don’t hate me for making you question your own limitations.
Don’t put me down because you’re too scared to look in the mirror with the light on and you’re too afraid to be alone with it in the dark.
Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about when you haven’t even tried to step in my shoes, let alone really walk in your own.
Don’t tell me you don’t have anything to say because by your shear existence, your breath is your pen.
Don’t tell me that no one can love you, because I do.
Don’t tell me that no one believes in you, because I do.
Don’t tell me that you can’t go on…move up…let go, because I believe you can.
Don’t tell me that you aren’t worthy, because you are.
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Reblogged this on Ingrid Oliphant's UnCommon Touch and commented:
Because she has said it so well!
Thank you Ingrid…..! ❤
It’s nice to have found you!! 🙂
And I’m glad you did 🙂 feeling the same 🙂
I LOVE IT! I enjoy a heart that beats in tune with my own. Warm hugs.
Awesome insight! Love it! Thanks for writing it and sharing its beauty with the world.