and if i am wrong,
i promise to leave you be
but hear me out–just for a moment
for i am just like you.
i am struggling too,
i am also afraid
i am often unsure
but what if, the one thing
amidst all of my uncertainties,
was the certainty that i am worth loving?
what if, amidst all my questions
was not the one of "am i enough?"
what if we fought to believe the things that all the Princess stories talk about?
that we are royalty,
bred with intentionality and not ignorance,
chosen and cultivated for growth and not despair
purposed and designed for great things
that we can not even comprehend?
that the skin we came with
was really the one intended for us
that our names hold destiny and our palms, character
that our hair–whether resisting gravity or falling like a stream–
is exactly the way it is meant to be?
so this is my appeal,
that we would be young girls and old women who do not question ourselves
because of a failing society that tells us to
because could you imagine a planet earth
where women define
beauty,
as each other
and love,
as the way we feel towards ourselves?
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