Somebody, anybody, see me, love me, please. There was no such thing as feeling complete and enough. My need for validation was rooted in my belief that I was born a broken girl. I didn’t know how to fix myself or find magic in the mess I was making, and I believed that in order to become whole, I needed someone else to put my pieces together.
I didn’t think I needed someone else to fix me. I was told from the time I was a child that the only way I could be happy was by working hard and respecting myself.
