You Can Never Be Replaced

There y'all are.

You, who is worthy of happiness.

You, who is worthy of success.

You lot, who is worthy of beloved.

Y'all, who has no need to prove anything to anyone.

You, who never had it at all, who still doesn't accept it all, and who has been blessed with all, but truly, all you actually accept is what you lot can be grateful for.

Yous, who doesn't have all the answers—for you speak on what you lot know and must listen to learn near what someone else knows.

You lot, who is radiant in every curve and every scar and every bulge and every part of your heart that shines outward—may you witness your own glow.

You, who is torn and broken and wanting and peckish and needing affection in all the forms that you are willing to give because time and fourth dimension again you provide and so much for others that little practise you provide that for yourself.

You, who is altruistic at birth, who cares too much, who considers also much, who goes the extra mile because it matters to you when the rest of the world may think otherwise.

You, who lives in sentiment and nostalgia—your sensitivity is rooted in empathy and in the compassion you have for others.

You, who works harder than most—may you own every moment where you can flip your finger and own "me" time.

You, who can say "no."

You, who is kind in a world so easily manipulated, misunderstood, and misguided.

You, who is so fucking sexy, making love to yourself would be and so much easier with a mirror installed on the ceiling of your room.

You, who tin can say "yes."

You lot, who is beautiful when you think y'all are not because a world so fucked-up as the i we live in chooses to elevate a gross institution of twisted empowerment wrapped around the fingers of social media.

You, who is gifted and talented and whose various mediums of expression and the hobbies and activities that you choose to enrich your life with are impressive and unique equally the person yous are.

You, who is daring.

You, who strives for balance between rest, fun, and productivity.

You, who needs time to forgive yourself for doing the all-time y'all can when all you requite is yourself. Every. Damn. Fourth dimension.

Yous, who must be selfish for one time because you are too remarkable to feel or be made to experience annihilation less than worthy.

Yous, who is tired, simply fucking tired. Every break and outlet you requite yourself is not plenty to make you feel that you are adequately fulfilling the life you desire while yet allowing yourself room to step dorsum and breathe.

Y'all, who wants to see someone you care for attain their dreams and secretly hopes that that there is someone who wants that much for you lot.

You, who is lost and trying to wrap your head around the idea that you lot are and will exist OK.

You lot, who no 1 understands ameliorate than y'all sympathise yourself.

You, who can never exist replaced.

You, who is just you lot.

You are worthy, capable, bonny, and blest, then don't you dare lose sight of that. Thought Catalog Logo Mark