Write, girl. Write. Write down your crazy thoughts and crazier dreams. Your many voices and plenty truths. Your simple strengths and complicated weaknesses. Your beautiful life story with so much untold.
Babe, if you were a wall, you would be the one graffitied by psychedelic hands, all bright colours and many hues. You are not the bland one-colour fence you presently portray.
If you were a bedcloth, you would be the patchwork quilt, not the drab comforter. Made up of many diverse fabrics held together by grey threads. Sewn with the needle of human nature. Sometimes with love, sometimes under compulsion. Sometimes in self-loathing, sometimes by self-harm.
It's your story babe, own it. You lived it and through it. For better or for worse, it's about you.
Babe, if you were a wall, you would be the one graffitied by psychedelic hands, all bright colours and many hues. You are not the bland one-colour fence you presently portray.
If you were a bedcloth, you would be the patchwork quilt, not the drab comforter. Made up of many diverse fabrics held together by grey threads. Sewn with the needle of human nature. Sometimes with love, sometimes under compulsion. Sometimes in self-loathing, sometimes by self-harm.
It's your story babe, own it. You lived it and through it. For better or for worse, it's about you.
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