Joyful Ruins

I like the glasses me, the jumper wearing me, the long haired not in a braid me.

I like the me who ends up inside all day because she “wastes” time, but not really, she is just being normal.

I like the girl who dreams a lot but doesn’t reach those dreams because she’s only human.

I like the girl who has to wash her dishes before she goes to bed so there is less to do in the morning AND the girl who loves her movies at night, who laughs at Instagram videos, who brightens up with every single child she meets.

I like the girl who wants to get married, but only to a man who matches her heart.

I like the girl who will befriend anyone, but does not feel like friends with everyone.

I like the girl who roller coasters emotions and takes herself too seriously, she cares a lot and that’s ok.

I like the girl who is afraid, she’s timidly stepping out and slowly allowing herself. It’s hard and that’s ok.

I like myself, my oily hair, my acne back, my curves and yellow teeth.

I like my body, its fat and blemishes, its imperfections.

I like the hair on my upper lip and between my eyebrows because they are just normal things.

I like my trying to take care of myself. It is a journey and it’s worth the effort.

I like my parts, the ones wounded, the ones protecting, the confident ones, and the numbing ones. They all make up who I am, who I was, and who I am becoming.

I like all of me.