I came to the conclusion that I just wasn’t the kind of girl men dated

I may be pretty but I'm not worth the effort.

I guess I'm just the kind of girl you lust after or fantasize about,

not the girl you fall in love with and frankly i'm okay with that.

I decided at one point when I overcame my depression,

to live life for myself and never settle for less.

I understand that the saying “you can't love someone unless you love yourself”

isn't for everyone but it was a survival tactic for someone like me,

who felt the darkest parts of loneliness.

I was once trapped in an ever lasting cacoon that i couldn't escape.

I finally broke free and became a majestic butterfly that floated gacefully

In the open sky not having to hold back and being able to spread my wings.

Helping other trapped catipillars to break free and fly with  me.