What words I would have asked for to empower myself as a teenager.

These ages that are at the edge of my seat as I am just figuring out my body and my hormones.

What it truly means to be a girl without being seen for who I truly am and not the sum of my parts.

For the words that others have said that tore me down to the core also are the fuel for the fires that I use now.

For her face was beautiful but she was not skinny like whom fit into ideals.

Those cliques that are so tied up in the world of what people see on the surface versus what is so far below.

When my mind shuts down to doubt everything that I am ever worth.

I can isolate myself away from the noise for only so long.

What I remember in those moments is that utilizing my full force of emotions may be seen as too much, too outside bounds, too deep.

But there are other girls like me that have been through these same wars.

That understand the grabs and the pushed and the locker talk and the social feeds that are so telling.

The world is quite open but the question comes.

How can I trust that I have the answers?

How can I breathe into the present space?  

How can I slow down the beat of my heart that is racing like a speeding comet to my own demise.

Those are the words that frequent my head.

They are not crazy.

They are looking for a space to expand.

To be held.

To be directed.

Those are the words that are frequenting my space and I know I am not alone in this.

I know someone hears me.