soft magic

Be alone often, as you are, but don’t let
that turn into loneliness.

If you got out of bed today and chose to face the
world, I’m proud of you.

Are you sure you don’t carry the ocean
in your chest?
Mountains in your eyes?
The sky in your hips?
Because,
you are starting to feel like
the whole world to me.

To the girl at battle with her body,

I hope you find a place to lay your weapons down.

I am flawed.
Still, I am worthy.
Still, I am mighty.

Still, I deserve good.

It is when we don’t believe we are enough
for ourselves
that we start looking for people to drown in.

Fighting sadness is necessary war.

If no one has called you brave lately, I will.
You are fighting sadness with everything you’ve
got and for that you are mighty.

You have to choose happiness again and again.
Choose it every morning like you would an outfit.

et in the habit of celebrating yourself
from skin to marrow.
You are magic.

There is a romance brewing here
between joy and I,
I deserve her and she deserves me.

Even absence is a teacher.

Darling,
your body is not a burial ground for the
insecurities of others.
I am mine every time.