With the new year approaching, I can't help but reminisce about how good this year has been to me and how being 24 has honestly been the best time of my life so far...I didn't achieve some things I set out to, like signing up for that break dance class and losing a whole stone, but I managed to keep track of my studies and my finances (even though it was so difficult resisting those fierce heels). But I've done it :) and only hope to keep growing positively and stay humble and grounded as a woman in this sometimes chaotic city.
A couple of days ago, I came across this poem of 'Frida Khalo to Marty McConnell' and it inspired me beyond my wildest dreams. Here it is, hoping it inspires you as much as it did for me...
Leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.
...
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