Shy and insecure. To that delicate and sensitive girl, who cried and suffered. She felt alone. A hug to the woman I have become, stubborn and imperfect but always sincere. Strong with a heart always too bare. To the woman who is trying to better herself and never stops dreaming. To the woman I am. For all the love inside me. For my victories and my defeats. For all the times I stood up. For all the monsters I faced. A hug to the little girl I still am and always will be.
A hug to the girl I was
