They felt something

Every day you wake up with a new found hope a smile, a laugh even. You wake up and think ‘Oh! Maybe today could be a better day.’ You tell yourself the sun is shining brighter, you close your eyes and feel its heat, the day seems to hold a lot of promise or so you think. You walk out of the house, shining bright, all dolled up with those heart shaped shades, and as you see your reflection you tell yourself you’re beautiful, you promise yourself you’re beautiful knowing deep down you’re nothing close to that. All your life you were told that beauty was defined by the clothes you wear; that the only way to take some ones breathe away was to be a size zero, because a 12 would never do. You knew deep down that you would never be ‘their’ beautiful, you would never look pretty, you would never look like a dream, mostly because you weren’t what they wanted you to be, you were different.

You read a book; ‘Eleanor & Park’ the friends you recommended it to didn’t get why you cried or why you thought the book was amazing. This is why you loved it so much.

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        She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

You’re life wasn’t even close to Eleanor, but you felt her, you sort of understood her. They didn’t, no one ever does. As you sit on your laptop writing you realize why it made you cry, you realised that even though your life was nothing like Eleanor’s, you felt what she felt, you felt like art.

As you woke up this morning, you told yourself you are beautiful, not because you felt like it, but because you are, and even though they think you’re not, even though they say you’re not, you are.

You were born beautiful, you were born with a promise, you were born to an amazing world. And most days end badly, but that promise pushes you, only because you were born to be more than beautiful, you were born to make them feel something.

And

They felt something.