I wonder...
I wonder what it would be like to let my truth
flow from my lips
and not judge every bit of it as it does
I wonder how it'd be different to actually live
freely in the moment with my friends
and not hate myself for experiencing a new kind of buzz
I wonder if I'll one day be able to scroll through my feed
late at night
and not deem my beauty insufficient compared to the masses
I wonder if it'll ever become easier for me
to trust my loved ones with my brokenness
and not hope that they continue to view me with special glasses
I wonder how I would change if I learned
to take up space
and not convince myself that my light doesn't work that way
I wonder what it would feel like to actually want
to hold a guy's hand
and not listen to what that self-conscious voice in my head has to say
I wonder when I'll learn to embrace the hurt that accompanies
being human
and not shy away from what disturbs my safe, familiar shell
I wonder what it would be like to remember
that we all struggle along & within
and not to dismiss the strength present when we admit we're not doing well
I wonder what it would be like to let my truth
flow from my lips
and not judge every bit of it as it does
I wonder how it'd be different to actually live
freely in the moment with my friends
and not hate myself for experiencing a new kind of buzz
I wonder if I'll one day be able to scroll through my feed
late at night
and not deem my beauty insufficient compared to the masses
I wonder if it'll ever become easier for me
to trust my loved ones with my brokenness
and not hope that they continue to view me with special glasses
I wonder how I would change if I learned
to take up space
and not convince myself that my light doesn't work that way
I wonder what it would feel like to actually want
to hold a guy's hand
and not listen to what that self-conscious voice in my head has to say
I wonder when I'll learn to embrace the hurt that accompanies
being human
and not shy away from what disturbs my safe, familiar shell
I wonder what it would be like to remember
that we all struggle along & within
and not to dismiss the strength present when we admit we're not doing well
(excerpt from Kate Tempest's play Wasted)
(excerpt from Rupi Kaur's book the sun and her flowers)
(excerpt from Glennon Doyle Melton's book Love Warrior)
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