Thud. Thud. Thud. Rubber connects with concrete in rhythmic steps. Sweat pours from the face. Heart pounds. Eyebrows contort in concentration. Push just a little bit harder. One more minute. You've got one more minute. Push harder. Run faster. One more minute. Dont' give up now. Fists clenched, you push through that last barrier holding you down. And not just physically-
Stress
Gone
Frustration
Gone
Feelings of self-worthlessness
Definitely Gone
Ugly.Weak.Fat.Less.Ugly.Boys.Broken.Insecure.Ugly.SelfConscious.SelfHatred.Ugly.
Don't even recognize those words now.
What remains?
Beauty. True beauty. The kind that shines from the core of your being. Skin glows. The heart is at peace. Every stress, every issue-now doesn't seem so big. Every time a boy has EVER made you feel less than the goddess that you are-Erased. You are the princess of the King. Every time you made yourself think that you aren't worth it-gone. The heart is restored.
Iamstrong
Iambeautiful
I. Am. Loved.
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