I Forgot.

I forgot.

 

I looked into the mirror today and realized, I forgot who the fuck I am.

 

 

I'm the one who exudes effortless confidence. I'm the one who walks into a room and commands the attention of every person in it.

I'm the one who other women are jealous of. I'm the one who makes others feel insecure, though NEVER on purpose.

 

I'm the girl who isn't conceited, she just knows what she's got. I'm the one who walks all over town, hips swinging and high heels on. I'm the one who has fun. Who IS fun. I'm the one who dances and pulls faces and doesn't care if the whole world is watching me, they are more than welcome to. I'm the one who likes to model, and anyone who makes me feel bad for liking to use my looks as my talent and artform, is trash. I'm the girl who likes karaoke but can't sing. I'm the one who will talk freely and openly to anyone who will listen. I'm the person who looks at other women, and sees their beauty, and doesn't feel the need to point out their flaws in an effort to minimize mine (a horrible habit I've recently formed)

 

I'm the one who believes the world is my stage.

I'm the girl who is the envy of others, but doesn't let it go to my head.

 

I'm not the jealous, petty, Insecure, paranoid, Nervous fucking wreck that I've been made into. I've toned down who I am until I felt empty, and I have suffered greatly because of it.

 

I've spent the last few years being jealous of girls who are just the same way I was, because I'm not that way anymore, though I longed to be. I forgot who I am for a long time. For years.

But that....that was only temporary.

I think I'm back.

Done