bad apples.

i know this girl, i know her quite well actually.

she was beautiful and graceful, and had creativity running through her veins. she could laugh at anything, and could write like she was breathing. she would draw for hours upon end, coming up with a masterpiece and thinking it was awful. she would dance with all of her soul, and would hate herself for 'not being good enough.' she could act and sing and take such pictures, and people would tell her how great she was at what she did. but she wouldn't listen.

she would compare herself, she would hate herself. she would pick out her flaws. even though she knew she had some talent, she hated how she was never good enough.

but then, a few days ago, i watched as she thought, and realized.
who is she trying to be 'good enough' for?
i watched as she starting having faith in herself, and started to not care what others would think of her. yes, she was still lost on who she was some of the time, but at least now she realized how great of a person she is. i watched, and felt overjoyed by seeing her finally love herself. change--for the better.

and it was a miraculous change, if i do say so myself.

my wisdom teeth hurt.
-mdm