i'm miriam.
i'm happy, i'm depressed,
but i'm me.
my life isn't the worst and it isn't the best, but it's mine and i'm going to make something out of it...
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i don't take credit for any of the pictures i post, i just think they're so pretty and true!! but i do follow back so be sure to follow me.
'Keep your head high, keep your chin up and most importantly, keep smiling because life is a beautiful thing and there is so much to smile about.'
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“This one is you for: For every day you owned. For every command I obeyed. For the lies. The only food you allowed me. For your constant screaming in private, in public and in sleep. For taking every inch of my being; voice, strength, and more and leaving me with a hollowed shell, a sharp edged skeleton. For turning my young body into the ruins of a decaying, ancient building. For taking what was mine. This one is for you. For inviting me into your world; I hated every second. For the life you claimed from behind my eyes. I’m claiming it back. For the friends you said I didn’t need. We are laughing at you right now. For the cries of help you silenced. For taking my womanhood and making me into a child again. For wrongly telling me that the rules of happiness manifested within appearance. For the whispers you provided when I looked into your mirrors. For making me believe that I should be eternally wrong, ugly and sorry. This is to let you know that for what it’s worth, you can have your identity back. To let you know how good it felt the day I realised the power to fight was in me. To let you know that I ate breakfast today and I enjoyed it. To let you know that everyday is a struggle but I will never give up. This is to show you that I am not the brittle one you last saw. In fact, you may hardly recognise me. To show you that my body is changing and however hard it may be to adjust, being healthy is incredible. To show you my posture right now as I look down upon you with my head held high. So this is to tell you that I never want to hear your voice again. To tell you that you are not welcome. In fact, you never where. To tell you and everyone that I am beginning to like myself, inside and out. To tell you that your company is not required at the meal I enjoy with my loved ones tomorrow. To tell you I’m winning. This moment is for you, for you to hear me when I say that the only thing that was ever ugly about me…was you.”
6:05 pm • 5 April 2012