This is for the life I never lived
For all the moments of you aren’t good enough
Why can’t you be thinner
For all the trying
For all the crying
To be enough
Not better
Just enough
Enough for you

Was it because I was a girl
Or that I wasn’t thin
or beautiful
beautiful enough
for you

I was smart
That you couldn’t take away
You’d brag to your friends
But not to me
No
To me you’d say
Why didn’t you do better

I tried it your way
Really I did
I would lie awake at night
Trying to figure out how to make you happy
I would twist myself into pretzel forms
Hoping for one sign of approval
One sign
From you

Time passes
Little girl
Still trying to measure up
Measure up
To a scale that keeps moving
And is always just beyond reach
Only now she is so good at it
That she doesn’t need you to move the bar


Happiness
Painted on like petal pink lipstick
And people believed it
Hell
I even believed it …

I believe in you lovely one,,,
your words felt deep a past life once lived,,,

awwwww nice write

sometimes it is hard enough just to please our selves

Thank you beauty ...

...just saying goodbye to childhood ghosts ...

Let the ghosts fade ,, enjoy your future as it enfolds upon your heart
Beauty surrounds you and the Creative one

Thank you dear (((k))) ... I'm just getting to that part ...

That is does ... and I am so grateful ...

Thanks so much for taking the time to read maxxximus

Wow, good one Art

My relationship with my mom summed up there exactly. It moved me.

Thanks so much Dragoness. I appreciate you stopping by to read and taking the time to comment.

Thank you Gypsy

I really liked this one. To have faith in one's self and believe it makes all the difference.

Yes it does ... Thank you faded

Aww... I think you are perfectly perfect just the way you are..

Oh my word ! There is so much emotion in this ArtGurl, but most of all, I love the underlying strength which finally triumphed. Joly good write

This is so touching to me...

Let those demons DIE, they never should have existed in the first place.....

I totally understand the bar moving. The past has its way of shaping who we are today! Hugs and nice write.

this is my measure of you
i stared and i stared
in disbelief i beheld it
the bar out of reach

looking there and focusing
on the space just above
where soon we would be

watch it closely now
this the conjurer's exhortation
even as we focus it dissolves away
right into sky