Dear Me

by Jemima Kennedy

January 24, 2018

Dear me,

You are who you choose to be,

In a world where others judge you,

Not knowing what you’ve been through,

Not seeing the struggle and how you made it,

A salvaged soul that God recreated,

The scars hidden by new strength,

Oceans of emotion, in depth and length,

You are this morning, it’s day one,

You are, in fact, whatever you want.

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Jemima KennedyJan 24, 2018

<p>I wrote this because so many people define themselves based on how other people interpret what they see: obesity, color, mannerisms, and on and on, but the eye can only see the surface of who you are.  You decide what criticism you will take to heart, what judgmental accusations define you, how you choose to view yourself.  Who knows you better than you?  Your opinion is the only one that, ultimately, can change who you are.  </p>