Who do you think you are, Miss? Your old way of eating has been handed down to you from intelligent people with education degrees, raising children, people with dedication & hard working hearts… people who have survived healthily on the food that you now reject like a spoiled princess from a new generation. They were skinny while eating this food, the same amount, the same way, so why can’t you be? There must be something wrong with you. You must be disease ridden person. A child who has not yet cut off her baby hair. A child who dreams a thousand day dreams in the night while the rest of us are sleeping. So who are you? Tall, awkward female with childish hopes & unrealistic dreams.
So you want to be a doctor of the mind? Ha. You are twenty-four! A high school drop out! You didn’t fit in there, gawky girl, what makes you think you’ll fit in at college? Your brother is perfect. He is the one that deserves to be in college. He is the one who fits in, not you, you odd ball. You will never make it.
So again we ask, who do you think you are? To step out of the box, the hand that was given to you, and do something for yourself? Who are you to even try? You should follow. Not lead. You’re not brave enough, to lead, you’re not beautiful enough. You’re too strange. Too shy. Too emotional. You can’t wear a strong mask like the rest of them. It’s not in your DNA. You will always be an open book, a vulnerable girl who feels too many feelings for places/things/people/works of art… they don’t care. You might as well be a ghost. A ghost girl being carried away by the wind, time being your master.
Insecurities will always whisper in my brain,
But I will never let them sink in my heart.
I will always dream a dream bigger than me,
I will never again be swept away by the dark.