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I have wanted movement in a time where all I longed for was stability. I have spent time looking for something to make me feel whole. I have tirelessly ridiculed myself for not being enough, enough for someone else, or even enough for myself. I have accepted these feelings and hoped some day I would learn to be something someone would want.

I am broken.

I thought if I said something or looked a certain way, it would spark interest. I would look at others and want what I did not have. I saw all that everyone was and realized everything I was not. I dreamed of a day I could become someone worth longing for.

I am broken.

I realize I cannot depend on others. I know the only satisfaction that matters is my own. I commit to myself and living a life I can be proud of. I will find a way to accept and love who I am.