Open, and undone.

Someone called me a strong brave independent woman today
Telling me I was helping shape a generation of women to know they are enough and they are so worthy.
What they don’t see is the fight to be me
The fight to know all of me
They don’t see me bawling on the floor clinging to an old tshirt from an ex
They don’t see me screaming at myself about how unworthy I am
They don’t see me picking apart my body
Or wondering if Jesus is with me
They don’t see when I want to just run away and hide.
We all have moments sweet ones
Moments when the lies of who we really really are, are louder than the voice of light
And I hope that in my strong brave independence that entire girl is the one people want to be like. 
Open, and undone. 
That’s my brave and I am proud to be all of her.