I see a beautiful girl, a woman vocal and strong, who holds her own and dances to her own song.
But she looks in the mirror and she sees someone underserving to be happy.
For so long the reflection has told her time and again, in voices echoing from a childhood, full of insults and shame.
I can’t see the scars that are etched across her heart, but I know it still beats, bigger and kinder despite the treatment its endured.
She sees a past of pain and hurt.
I see strength now, and a future full of amazing potential.