time (and sister love) heals all things.
almost one year ago exactly, i began a new chapter in my life. it's been a bumpy ride, but i've learned so much and am continuously astounded by my own strength, and the love i have in my life.
though i have struggled the past few years, in so many ways, i really feel as though i have gotten stronger. i remember how scared i was, how i walked on eggshells, how i let myself think i was a failure. i'm not that person anymore. that doesn't mean that there aren't scars, but i try to do my best letting them heal.
i do the things that make me happy these days. running, working out. getting dressed up. i don't hesitate when a friend asks to hang out. i finally started seeing a nice guy. i discovered my body - i have slight curves, and strong legs. i started reading again, started writing more often. drive around with the windows down, even on the hottest of days (at least for a few minutes). i am living a good life, an enchanted life, and it's healed me in ways i didn't think possible.
i feel smarter, lighter, prettier, sassier these days. i'm trying to embrace the beauty in life. i am not a victim. i'm a woman whose heart was broken, by a boy who couldn't keep his promises, and who reacted to stress by making me feel smaller than him. but i do not believe that there isn't a love story out there for me. i do not for a second think that there isn't anything i am not capable of.
i am not a doormat anymore, but i'm not harder either. i haven't changed, i've only grown better.