She flies with her own wings

So do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out. And decide.

She wanted a storm to match her rage.

No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they’d die for.

For the quiet girl who sits in the back, the loud girl who thinks she should be different, the girl who couldn’t do it as well as her sister. For the daughter who just wants to please her parents, and the student who wants to do it right. For the dancer and the painter and the daydream maker. For the worried and the hurried and the sweet smile fakers. For the prom queen who cries in the bathroom, the artist who ignores the canvas, and the writer who never speaks up. For the girl who feels both too much and not enough. For the girl who is tired of trying. For the girls who win and the ones afraid to fail. For the pretty one, wondering if she will ever be enough. For the smart one, worried on the inside. For those who say “I’m fine” and “It’ll be ok”- for the liars. For the girl who knows everything and nothing. These words are for you.