The Return of Happy.

Playing second and third string for so long, I had forgotten happy.

How to smile, laugh, just be me.

I had forgotten myself.

But in the past few months I have been reminded.

I have been told to remember.

To be shown I matter I am valued.

I am important.

That I am funny, smart, desired, cared for, sought after.

And while I may not be for some.

I may be all to another.

Laughing.

Uncontrollably.

Smiling.

I am valuable to some.

My thoughts and opinions cared for. Asked for.

Being reminded I am not anything other than wonderful.

And even my hurt is a part of my beauty.

My bruises and scars a part of my character.

And that I am more than enough.

The confidence that had been slowly stripped coming back.

With avengence.

With patience.

Xoxo,

C.