A promise.

I'm no good at abstract writing , though it's my favourite kind to read.
Whimsy words structured delicately break my heart but when they're mine, they feel fake, not me.
I've always wanted to be abstract.
Delicate yet strong. Rebelled against the feminine while wanting to be the epitome of it.
I want to be interesting
Or vulnerably transparent.
To be pretty without knowing it.
I'm not.
And it's taken a long time to accept it.
I haven't, not completely.
But something I read made me realize,  I don't have to think I'm pretty to be comfortable with me.
To be confident in me.
To trust that who I am, beyond my looks, is enough for people.
And those who can't look past it, are simply not worth it.
I'm not pretty. Or stereotypically feminine.
But I am a girl.
And I am fun.
And someday, I will be able to write what I love.
Or something that will make another girl come into her own.
Till then, I'll learn.