You’re right. You have taken so much from me. You’ve made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. You’ve made me feel worthless. Like I don’t even belong here. Like my life is a burden to others. Like I do not deserve to fill the space I do in this world. You make the dark nights darker. You hide the beauty of stars from me. It’s scary. You’re scary. I’m done letting you hurt me. I’m done letting you take away the joy of moments. There’s so much joy. I know that, and you can’t take my knowledge away from me. You can’t have my knowledge. You can’t have my memories, and you can’t have my heart. Take that, you bitch. I see you for what you are. A misconception of reality. You change the way I see things in the worst way. You stop me from being myself. You stop me from being able to hear the girl inside who wants to shine. You make me feel so fucking heavy that the scale can’t take it. So I threw it out the window. I threw my scale out the window because of you. You made me think that a number defines me. But it doesn’t. You’re fear, and I’m Sophie. You can meet me, but you can’t have me, because guess what? I can win too. In fact, I beat you every time I step on a scale knowing I am more than what I see. And what I see is good. When it’s bad, that’s you speaking, not me. I know this now. I am enough, and I’m allowed to fill the space I do in this world. You can meet me, but you can’t have me.

Always. Sophie