There is this inner voice within me that doubts who I am.
I want to breakdown and cry and wallow within my self-pity for I am delicate and fragile.
But I shall pick myself up with the grace of a woman.
I will stand firm as who I am. Stand proud. Walk with shoulders set apart, chest forward, in determination.
And I will wear who I am proudly.
Because I am amazing, and anyone who says otherwise don’t matter for they have never tried to search beyond the façade.