Once upon a time there was a girl who never felt like enough so she spent her time becoming less and less so that her outside would match her inside. Acceptance was the thing that drove her…more than anything she wanted to be noticed….more than anything to be seen.
but
she
wasn’t.
So then she decided …. Maybe she could become so small that invisibility would be her superpower…
but
it
wasn’t.
The yo yo snapping up and down.
They veil between too big and too small made itself the only thing she really knew.
Putting all she had into finding the ideal quotient that made her acceptable.
Cheating death and hiding from life tucked neatly inside the numbers on a dinner plate.
Afraid to admit that she knew …..she KNEW at a very young age that beauty is what made a woman special.
But the number on the scale that turned the lock on that path of gold was invisible……
hypothetical…..
mythical at best.
Eventually she grew up and was forced to thrust herself into the middle of a world determined to bruise her at every turn.
She was always……
too ugly
too little
too loud
TOO MUCH.
But never enough.
Still she walks the earth with bare soles on a field of broken sea glass……
trying to find her way through the haze of numbers on a scale that blind her to the beauty that she holds deep inside her…..
too ugly
too loud
too little
Too………..
Much.
In the span of a moment so much of life was already behind her.
But still in her memory ……there is still a girl….
who simply wanted to be…..
enough.
Three little birds and one messy nest 