I was her.

I was you. The girl that thinks her turn will never come. The girl that wanted the fairytale but felt like she wasn’t worthy of the happy ending. The girl that prayed and prayed for her price charming to show up. I was her.

I was her. The girl that had her heart broken when a guy chose someone else besides her. The girl that wanted to be more than “just friends”. The girl that thought no one would ever love her. I was her. 

I was her. The girl that wasn’t happy when she looked in the mirror and thought to herself, “why would anyone want to be with me”. The girl that would put a measuring tape around her waist to see how much her worth was for that day. The girl that would skip a meal because that meant that maybe, just maybe, she would one day lose enough weight to be deemed pretty. I was her. 

I was her. The girl that struggled with an eating disorder for eight years in secrecy. The girl that saw a number on a scale being equal to how much love she deserved from a guy. The girl that felt her size made her undesirable. I was her.

I was her. The girl that felt like she would never have her first kiss. The girl that felt like she’d never be able to mark “have a boyfriend” off her list. The girl that felt like her worth could be measured by how many dates she went on, or how many compliments she’d get. I was her. 

I was her. The girl that thought no one would ever love her. The girl that thought, “what guy in his right mind will ever want me”. The girl that thought she’d never find ‘The One’. The girl that had the perfect wedding planned on Pinterest but never thought it would happen for her. 

That girl was me. I was her. I was the girl that never thought she’d be loved. The girl that thought she wasn’t worthy of anything more. The girl that sat on the sidelines as she watched everyone else have their happy ending but never thought her ending would be happy. 

I am now the girl that knows my worth is not measured by a number on a scale. My worth is not measured by the amount of compliments I receive. My worth is not measured by anyone. My worth is not defined by anything. I am worthy of love. I am a girl that prayed and prayed for a fairytale but never expected it to happen. 

You are worthy of love. Your fairytale will come true. I promise you. Because I was once her.

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  1. Thank you for this. I’m still that girl but I know if God blessed you with a husband he can bless me too.

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