To My Friend Who Doesn't Know Her Self-Worth

To My Friend Who Doesn't Know Her Self-Worth

If only you could see yourself through my eyes.
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Every single day you look in the mirror, tearing yourself apart. You think you aren't skinny enough. You think you aren't outgoing enough. You think you aren't fun enough. You think you aren't enough at all.

It's not an easy thing to watch, in fact, it actually pains me to see you view yourself in such a light. It pains me because I have seen you in every single light, not just the lights hanging above your mirror. I have seen you at your worst, and I have seen you at your best. I have seen you in enough of these lights to know that in any of them, whether it be direct sunlight, a slight shadow, a dim flame, or complete darkness, you are beautiful from every angle. When I look at you, I see the most magnificent, glowing light of them all.

Yes, you are beautiful. But I'm not just talking about your outer appearance. You are absolutely stunning on the inside, and you shine your own light from within. There will be people throughout life that make you question whether you truly have your own radiance; forget those people, for you can extinguish their hate with your kindness and love. Please know that these people are not the ones who matter, it's the people who can see your light even on the stormiest of your days that will matter until the end of time. When I look at you, I see true, pure beauty, a beauty that cannot be found by looking in a mirror, but by looking within.

You have your struggles, challenges, and hurdles, and you have plenty of them. I know sometimes you wonder if you can even bare to face another day; if you are even able to mutter up enough strength to carry yourself through another hour. You see yourself as weak, not resilient, a let down. Let me tell you, you are one of the strongest, most influential, inspiring people I have ever met. Not everyone can make it through the continuous hard times that you have faced, it's true. It takes a special kind of someone to endure the worst of times to get to the best of times. When I look at you, I see a warrior; a human being that knows she is more than the obstacles thrown in her path. When I look at you, I feel pride. I am proud to know and love a true fighter, combating everything that gets in her way.

You never believe that you are enough. But, it's never that you don't believe you aren't enough for yourself, you don't even think about yourself, it's that you don't believe you are enough for anyone else. You always tell me you feel as though you can't be there for people, that you are constantly letting people down. To me, you are the most selfless person on the face of this beautiful planet. You are so giving, so caring, so willing to drop everything to help someone in need. You are more than enough to everyone. You are more than enough to everyone, except the one person who really matters, yourself. When I look at you, I feel happiness. I can't help but smile and feel grateful to know someone like you.

It's time you start to realize that this life is about you first, above all else. Once you can start to see yourself through my eyes, you'll see that you are beautiful, you are strong, you are enough, and most importantly, you are totally, completely, and unconditionally loved. When I look at you, I see a girl who will love herself in that way too.

"You've only ever seen yourself in two ways, looking in the mirror and in pictures. You've never seen you the way I have. When you're laughing and your face is lit up from happiness, when you're reading your favorite book, when you blush and bite your lip after hearing a compliment, when you are slowly drifting off into your dreams. So when you say you are not beautiful, when you say you hate yourself, your justification does not count, because you've only seen yourself in two ways, I've seen you in hundreds."


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I often hear a lot of people complaining about their step-parents and wondering why they think that they have any authority over them. Although I know that everyone has different situations, I will be the first to admit that I am beyond blessed to have a step dad. Yep, I said it. My life wouldn't be the same that it is not without him in it. Let me tell you why I think step dads are the greatest things since sliced bread.

1. They will do anything for you, literally.

My stepdad has done any and every thing for me. From when I was little until now. He was and still is my go-to. If I was hungry, he would get me food. If something was broken, he would fix it. If I wanted something, he would normally always find a way to get it. He didn't spoil me (just sometimes), but he would make sure that I was always taken care of.

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2. Life lessons.

Yup, the tough one. My stepdad has taught me things that I would have never figured out on my own. He has stood beside me through every mistake. He has been there to pick me up when I am down. My stepdad is like the book of knowledge: crazy hormonal teenage edition. Boy problems? He would probably make me feel better. He just always seemed to know what to say. I think that the most important lesson that I have learned from my stepdad is: to never give up. My stepdad has been through three cycles of leukemia. He is now in remission, yay!! But, I never heard him complain. I never heard him worry and I never saw him feeling sorry for himself. Through you, I found strength.

3. He loved me as his own.

The big one, the one that may seem impossible to some step parents. My stepdad is not actually my stepdad, but rather my dad. I will never have enough words to explain how grateful I am for this man, which is why I am attempting to write this right now. It takes a special kind of human to love another as if they are their own. There had never been times where I didn't think that my dad wouldn't be there for me. It was like I always knew he would be. He introduces me as his daughter, and he is my dad. I wouldn't have it any other way. You were able to show me what family is.

So, dad... thanks. Thanks for being you. Thanks for being awesome. Thanks for being strong. Thanks for loving me. Thanks for loving my mom. Thanks for giving me a wonderful little sister. Thanks for being someone that I can count on. Thanks for being my dad.

I love you!

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Batter Up

Because someone needed to teach her rotten boyfriend a lesson about how to treat a woman.

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I have this memory from when I was younger,

I must have been six, maybe seven? An age

When you can remember, but not quite

Understand. I remember the landline

Ringing sometime in the middle

Of the night in my grandmother's small,

But adequate house. I had been sleeping,

Tucked under a shield of satin covers,

My grandmother next to me, blanketless,

And stiff, on the very edge of the queen mattress

Like she was anticipating some sort of disaster.

It wasn't the phone that pulled me from my sleep,

It was my grandmother's instant jerk, her eyes

Flipping open quicker than a light switch,

The mattress springing back up, adjusting

To the new lightness as she fled the room. My waking

Was soft like a song. Slow and humane.

My eyes adjusting to the dark, my ears absorbing the ringing,

My mind reminding itself that I was at my grandmother's house.


Then, the ringing stopped;

Abrupt, like a disarmed fire alarm.

It was just a drill, I thought.

But, then I heard the mumbling

From behind the door, panicked mumbling.

Rapid, like gunfire. My grandmother's Rs

Rolling down the hallway and under the door crack.

She only spoke Spanish when she was angry.


The call ended, my grandmother returned to the room,

Wrapped me in a blanket, and carried me into the night.

She buckled me into the backseat of her Toyota and said,

We were going to Auntie Mandy's house because someone

Needed to teach her rotten boyfriend a lesson about how to treat

A woman.


When we arrived at the house, we found the front door

Wide open, the house lights spilling out onto the porch.

A truck, I had seen once before, was parked a foot away

From the front door, aggressive. The truck had trampled

Over the dandelions and daisies, which lay wounded

In the front yard. A scene that begged for investigation.


My grandmother told me to stay put in my seat.

I watched as she walked to the back of the car, her normally pretty

Face turned straight, looked masculine. I watched as she pulled

Something wooden out of her trunk, then in her feline walk,

Approached the house. She turned to me, and I saw the

Baseball bat, immense in her female hands.


I slouched in my seat, the window above my head.

I never saw her go into the house.


I don't remember how long I sat,

Until the red and blue lights came.

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