She’s wasted too much time hoping someone else would show up and save her…
Only to be disappointed every time.
She wanted to believe in the good of people, but when she needed help the most, none would ever arrive..
So she did what she had to do to survive-
She picked up a sword, dusted herself off and began to fight her own battles.
She was overwhelmed more often than not, knocked down and beaten up on the worst of days, but that’s how she began to forge her strength in the fires of failure.
With each defeat, her armor grew stronger.
With every setback, she turned it into a comeback.
She started believing in the woman staring back at her in the mirror and stopped listening to those voices that told her she couldn’t.
At her lowest point and darkest hour, she burst forth from the ashes and fought back harder than she thought possible…
That’s when she began to find her wings.
She wasn’t holding out for a hero anymore.
No, she was telling her story a different way, and in her tale, she became the hero and fought her own battles.
It was gritty, real and dirty, but she always emerged on the other side, finding her way to the light.
She stopped doing just what she had to do to survive and started becoming the person she was meant to become and lifting herself up.
Maybe it wasn’t always a straight line and often full of falls, stumbles and detours,
But she always ended up where she was meant to be.
And as she stood strong and felt proud at the end of a hard day, she had a strength and courage that no one could ever take away from her.
Now, when she looked in the mirror every morning, she stopped asking how she would make it through the day and said simply one thing:
“I got this.”
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