Let Me Show You What You’ve Forgotten

for the parts of you that never learned how sacred they are

A moment of stillness, held in water and light.

You don’t have to change for people to see you.
They already do.
Even on the days you feel like you’re fading at the edges.

Have you ever stopped long enough to really look at yourself?
Not the quick glance.
Not the “fix your hair and keep moving.”
I mean the kind of looking that makes you pause.
The kind where you catch your own smile and realize it’s softer than you remember.

That smile shifts rooms.
You don’t notice it, but others do.
They lean toward you without thinking.
You’ve seen it happen, even if you pretend you haven’t.

There’s something in you that glows quietly.
You forget it’s there because you’ve lived with it your whole life.
But it’s visible.
It always has been.

And the way you give?
The way you protect people without announcing it?
The way you show up even when you’re tired of being the one who shows up?
You don’t call that courage, but it is.

You’ve grown in places that weren’t meant to hold anything alive.
You kept going anyway.
You healed yourself in ways no one saw.
You still do.

You move through the world noticing things other people rush past.
Beauty.
Softness.
The small details that make someone feel human again.
You’ve always had that eye.

Elowen would tell you your strength isn’t loud. It’s the kind that stays lit even when everything around you goes dim.

And you move to your own rhythm.
You don’t check who’s watching.
You don’t wait for permission.
You just… move.
It’s one of the first things people love about you.

Your words run ahead of you sometimes.
You laugh at yourself for it.
Everyone else finds it endearing.

And the kindness you hand out like it costs nothing?
You’ve given strangers a better day without realizing it.
You’ve lifted the people you love without keeping score.
You’ve done it for so long it feels ordinary.

It isn’t.

So here’s the part you keep forgetting:
You deserve that same softness.
That same care.
That same steady hand you offer everyone else.

Look at yourself the way you look at everyone you love.
You deserve that kind of softness too.
You’ve earned the right to see yourself clearly.
Don’t look away this time.

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