This Is For The Girls
This Is For The Girls3 mins 222 3 mins 222
I have seen you be selfless so many times, giving all your love to the ones closest to you, and even to strangers. I have seen you smile on your worst days, and find the strength to keep on giving, even when you can barely lift your head.
You are incredibly beautiful, inside and out, never giving up on the ones you love, even when you’re exhausted by the world.
I watch you, day after day, pick up the chipped pieces of yourself and stick them together with a tape that’s barely strong enough to get you through the next night.
Yet you continue.
You give your heart to people who don’t see your beauty through the brokenness. You console and comfort friends who do not understand the power of your care, your forgiveness.
You surround yourself with people that you need to fix, with people that you must work to love. But even when you fall into your bed at the end of each night, you don’t see what an incredible difference you’ve made.
You think that you deserve the cold words, the turned faces. You think you deserve friends that pull away and men who don’t love you back.
You somehow turn everything back to yourself, and wonder if you’ll ever be good enough.
Well you are good enough.
You’re more than enough.
I wish I could tell you that you are noticed. That the wonderful, little ways you brighten people’s lives are important. Are valued. I wish I could tell you that your eyes sparkle and bring life to ones’ whose days feel dull and empty. That your smile lifts people from their anger. That your laugh makes those around you want to close their eyes and lean their heads back to bask in the sweet sound.
I wish I could tell you that God has made you perfect, just as you are—A fighter, a sinner, a flawed and broken and beautiful warrior of love.
I wish I could tell you to keep loving, even when the world looks the other way.
I wish I could tell you that sometimes you give your heart to people who don’t deserve it, in love or in friendship, and it becomes a hard lesson learned.
I wish I could tell you that you must never accept a half-love, a love that is nowhere near the amount you give.
I wish I could tell you that you are a blessing to so many people.
And that you need to bless yourself sometimes.
I wish I could tell you that life will be so hard, but you must keep on living. That you must find reasons to celebrate, to pull strength, to stay pure, even when people hurt you.
I wish I could tell you that you will face so much pain, but you cannot let it break you. You must find a way to see yourself, your worth, and know that you are an important part of this world.
I wish I could tell you that you matter.
And you are loved.