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I Thought I Could, So I Believed
How do we know what others think of us?
In my head I was fine with who I was
But some days I would wonder “Do they think I am pretty or smart or just a total mess.”
My self-image was always lacking,
For I truly did not KNOW what others thought of me.
I saw people do things to others and I internalized it as what they would do to me.
My generation had grown up in a bulling state, where everyone was criticized.
I was never told I was a mess or not pretty, my mind thought it from how others were treated.
My family always told me they saw me as a beautiful, smart, young woman.
I thought, “How do I ever get those thoughts of people hurting me with words out of my head?”
But until I accepted me for who I was, my self-image would never get better.
It was not the end of the world to have things I did not like about myself;
As long as those things did not mess my day up or consume me.
There was one day I had to make a change,
“From this day on,
Love you, be you, see you how everyone else does.
Today I start believing in me.
I do not let words from nobodies consume me.
My family loves me and I have friends that think highly of me,
So why do other’s opinions that I don not even know matter?
Get it out of your head that you are not beautiful or pretty.
This girl becomes happier, she believes,
And gives love to everyone else;
So that one day someone will see her how she sees everyone else,
BEAUTIFUL IN THEIR OWN WAY.”
After that day things got better.
I became happier because I was not consumed from all the words.
I could have fun and laugh,
Because I was being ME.
The words were there but never constricting me.
As to the last breath I took,
I knew I was freed from all the words of others that consumed me.

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