Self esteem

  • A Letter From The Soft Girl

    Dear Brooke, I’m well, thank you for asking. Yes, I do believe you are perfectly capable of anything you choose to do in this life. It’s okay it took you a while to figure that out. You were meant to… Continue reading

  • The Right Way

    He said, she said, they said that I was too different to be loved as I am. And I believed them. These are the scars we paint upon each other’s hearts when we declare that without a doubt… our way… Continue reading

  • Return Of The Soft Girl

    The Soft Girl returned for a few moments, yesterday. My soul. My essence. My flow. She found me in the car as I drove home from a busy day of moving from one house to another. She wasn’t with me… Continue reading

  • Peace In The Sky

    Sun looked at Moon and smiled. ‘Look, Moon, here is your story,’ Sun said, as he held up a shine much like his own bright golden rays. Moon frowned, and drifted into the space where Sun held the golden droplet.… Continue reading

  • The Cup Of Tea That You Are

    You’ll never be everyone’s cup of tea. Might as well be the cup of tea that you are. Continue reading

  • Where Am I Going, Universe?

    My ego is fighting hard to stop this train. It’s a confusing time, to say the least, because suddenly I live in a world where the choices are mine to make, and the healing of all my most painful inner… Continue reading

  • The Song Of You

    To be brave is to know there is hope. And to know there is hope is to know that dreams can come true— as long as you remember to dream them. Wish with all your heart, little girl. Fly your longing into… Continue reading

  • Gentle

    I try to be gentle with the girl inside me. She is imperfect. She hurts, and she hurts others as she tries her best to be. She thinks and she thinks, and she doesn’t think enough until something in the air… Continue reading

  • Worthy

    We don’t have to convince the world that we are worthy of their love hearts. We only have to convince ourselves that we are worthy of our own. Continue reading

  • Beautiful

    A face in the mirror; a gentle head tilt; a naked, swan neck. Her fingers find the soft of her collar bone and drift upward: chin, cheek, forehead— every part of her, delicate. Like a bird, she thinks. The mirror… Continue reading