Goddess

Gone are those who blurred the way I see myself. Gone are the hours I spent scouring over every imperfection. This is the time in which I finally step into my light and not worry if it’s too bright for others to handle. I am no longer the trembling girl I once was. My bones will no longer clatter like thin branches in the wind, no longer snap like a rubber band pulled just a little too tight. I use this battered skin to form the wings that will carry me to my destiny. And though the scars will always remain, they will share my story. They will stay as a reminder that everything beautiful and strong was once helpless and weak. I will pull myself from the depths in which my past has placed me and finally give myself the love that I had so long reserved for others. I’ll wear my hair like the crown it is, my clothes like armor that show the world just how powerful I am, and my skin - with all its scars - as if they are medallions for every battle I’ve ever won. No longer will I apologize for the person I’ve become. It’s not like anyone apologized for making me this way. I now feel the luxury of bathing in the jealously of those who try to dull my shine. Even diamonds fail to compete with the brilliance I exude. This is my time, a time that has been postponed for far too long. So to those who doubted me, I say, gone are those who blurred the way I see myself. Gone are the hours I spent scouring over every imperfection. Now, ready to love the goddess I’ve become, it is time to step into my light, and to hell with who it blinds.