A thunderous rainstorm must come before the sky can clear.

One must fall before they can pick themselves up again and start anew.

Rules must be broken in order to learn from

the mistakes.

The heart must break, once or twice, so you can know it’s still there.

Dreams and aspirations need to be challenged, or else they will just stay as they are.

Fears must be released from the confinements of your mind.

Unless you wish to be ruled by the boogey-men who thrive in the darkness.

Until the entire ocean is searched thoroughly, mermaids exist.

Stretch marks, on any color of skin or body shape, are marks that show your life’s

journey.

It is okay to scream, to cry, to feel as though he took everything and left you with

nothing.

It is also okay to forgive and forget at your own pace, don’t rush.

Being your own person will only benefit you in the future.

Sometimes as the distance grows, the heart does not grow fonder.

Sometimes someone new comes along, and you get pushed to the back of the shelf.

He says all is fine, but how could it be when my heart is still jagged little pieces.

The now is filled with emptiness, longing and desperation.

But the future will be filled with self-content, and good vibes.

I see young girls and boys, like me, with a role model who holds nothing back.

I see bright minds, accepting their flaws and continuing to live life as they see fit.

I see book signings, movie premiers and Teen Vogue interviews.

I see the term “minority” no longer being used to place people in a box they do not

belong in.

I see small people who have my dimples, and my unruly curls.

I see someone who sees me, the good and the bad.

Looking in the mirror is a woman with Hispanic features, little imperfections and

café con leche skin.

I see me.