I grew up learning how to disappear
without ever leaving the room
to speak softly or not at all
because silence never got punished
I measured my worth
in how little space I could take
how quickly I could read a face
and change mine to match
love was something I watched
from a distance
other people’s warmth
like windows lit from the inside
on streets I was never invited to walk
I learned to soothe myself
deep breaths in dark rooms
whispers like you’re okay
even when I wasn’t sure
I believed it
and still
there’s a part of me that waits
that wonders if maybe
someone someday
will look at me like
I was never hard to love
like I was always
meant to be seen
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
I see you. Simple. And even if you were somehow hard to love, I would still love you anyway. You’re the best bestie! ❤️🙂💞
Awww, thank you! You’re the bestest too ❤️
You’re BEYOND welcome bestie! 💞❤️
You were meant to be seen.
*hugs* Thank you ❤️
Tender and empathetic. It resonated with me very much. Thank you for writing and sharing.
Thank you for being here 🌷🙂
this one resonates with me deeply
*Super big hugs* for you
You are speaking directly about me here, this made me cry it feels so true in my bones. I am sorry you know this feeling too.
I’m sorry you know the feeling too, but I’m glad we aren’t alone. Love you girl.
Real, raw, and relatable. I’m crying for you and for me. 😢🥀
I love you so much *big hugs* for you. I miss your face