Okay, so would you like to know what I learned from growing up with no heat, no hot water, in a roach infested apartment? It was a place where my father broke down the door every night and beat my mother as we fled in fear and tears night after an endless night.
Alone and broken, my first time being drunk was at the age of twelve. I left home with the scars of being humiliated by teachers and being beaten down both physically and mentally by so many people and children. I knew the pain of hell scorned and discarded me for being poor and dirty.
I learned to love, I learned to laugh, and I learn to walk with my head held high. I learned to NEVER give up on my dreams, and I learned that I was not alone in my pain or my years of struggles.
You are the miracle! No matter what life has thrown at you, you, yes you are the gift to the world around you! Where there is life, there is hope and you are very much alive! Breathe trust and have faith no matter what you have been through, the best is yet to come!
Believe in YOU! You are not getting older you are getting wiser, softer—YOU, my dear reader, are beautiful!
With every soft line that crosses your face, it tells a soul story of the life you have lived and the pain you have so courageously overcome! Instead of being critical of the you in the mirror. May I suggest you try embracing the young girl still alive deep inside and be thankful you have lived long enough to gain those lines of wisdom!
You are the change the world longs to see! It is never too late to make your dreams come true!
