I am Powerful

And what is power?

Power is not being able to physically fight someone.

Sometimes silence is power.

Forgiving is power.

Letting go is power.

And being able to pick yourself up again....that’s power too.

This morning felt like a dopamine hit. I don’t know from where, how, or why… but I felt so at peace. I casually smiled, felt calm/peaceful, and I felt so powerful, like yeah, that’s strength. And I know I can be this.

No matter how many times I fall… I can get up and be this kind, soft, happy version of myself again.

YES. THIS IS ME.

Sensible, sensitive, and soft.

That core part of me who gives hugs to everyone, who smiles at strangers, who is still hopelessly hopeful, who believes in miracles, magic, aliens, and all the impossible but possible if you want stuff(I mean everything is possible)… who still believes in love and kindness and honesty and loyalty and being real.

This is me. And no one can take that away from me.

(Trust me, I am my dream girl, I would fall in love with myself over and over again).

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