grab the pieces of her
from the bottom of the bathroom floor
and build her confidence back together
grab her by the hand
and kiss the bruises along her heart
look her in those innocent eyes
and tell her how beautiful she is
tell her she is all she will ever need
and more
today, let her wear her hair in pigtails
let her chase a butterfly
tomorrow, let her wear what she wants
despite the fact that it doesn’t match
strip her of the judgment she holds to herself
and the ridiculous standards others hold to her
next week, remind her that her smile is bright
that her legs are the perfect amount of tone and jelly
and her arms are the perfect shade of milkiness
next month, cover her lips in honey
so she may speak to herself with kindness
plant her feet in the soil so she may be grounded
despite the many storms coming her way
right now, look into the mirror
and draw out the younger version of yourself
and shower her in rose petals and sunshine
heal your inner child one day at a time
The Evolving Muse 