The Beauty in Breaking

The beauty in breaking

is the rare and unique opportunity

to step outside of yourself

look at all the pieces 

and decide what’s worth keeping 

and what should be left behind. 

The girl you once knew is gone. She died and I’m what’s left. 

I took what was leftover and built an existence. I made myself a person. I gave my self worth. I loved me into being. 

I chose myself. Every piece you see was handpicked from shards and sharp edges and fashioned into a life. Every detail meticulously salvaged into the glorious being before you. 

I am still shiny and sparkly even if I’m spiky sometimes. I am somehow simultaneously softer and stronger. I break more easily- but I mend much more quickly. I know how to let myself hurt and heal. With every break, every shatter, every blow, every disappointment, I crack and break and hurt and heal and emerge a new being.

Not worse, not better, just different.

New.