My Old Heartbreak

Hello, my old heartbreak. The one who made me feel like the most important thing at fifteen, the one who said he'd love me at sixteen, and broke my heart when i turned seventeen. The one who told me to "wait, I'll get you my jacket" when i was cold, but never did. The one who understood my need to write and draw and talk so much, so fast. The one who always came back but never stayed. The one whose presence i never looked for again, but always welcomed. The one who always made me the almost girl.
Hello, old friend. I don't miss you, not anymore. I also don't want you to come back to me, never again. I see you're finally writing another chapter of your life, it only took you eight years. But still, I'm proud of you. Congratulations. I mean it.

To Those Who Sold Me Short

This is a letter to that girl in 1st Grade, who told me I would never amount to anything, because I was getting better grades than her.

This is for those girls in 2nd Grade, who bullied me to the point of not wanting to go to school anymore, because I spoke better English than all of them combined.

This is for those girls in 4th and 5th Grade, who made me lose my confidence, who alienated me, who made me have no friends, because someone I trusted egged them on, because she was threatened that I would grab her ever-so-smart crown.

This is for that one girl in high school who said my curls looked like pubic hair, the girl who always shouted EWWWW at me in the hallways, the girl who made me cry. This is for her friends, too; the ones who would gang up on me and make me want to kill myself because, damn, I felt THAT small.

This is for that girl who told me I was too dark-skinned to be pretty, because "OMG, why are you so dark, did you go to the beach?"

NO, BITCH. BUT YOU LOOK LIKE YOU DID.

Sorry, lost myself there. Anyway.

This is for all you bullies, all you bitches, all you insecure motherfuckers in my life.

This is for the girl who once told me I was never going to be pretty enough to have a man even consider being in a relationship with me.

This is for everyone who made it hard to love myself.

Because, you know what?

I realised so many things because of your negativity.

I am not pretty, I never was. I am not THAT smart, either.

I am BEAUTIFUL, I am DIVINE, I am BEYOND YOUR EXPECTATIONS, beyond your capacity to comprehend, I am CELESTIAL.

I am ME, and I have discovered, I am all I need to be.

And you all, I realise now, were just passing little specks of dirt that got caught in my eyes and blurred my vision.