When did you decide that you don't matter? That you're not good enough? Was it when he left you for someone else? Or when she wrote you that note in fifth grade? The one that made you cry in a bathroom stall for the first time?
You are more than that lonely woman; more than the girl who sat crying on the toilet and went home sick. You are more than your lipstick and your hair and your thighs. More than that city where you grew up. You are more than cocktails and your favorite records. You are not his or hers; not your parents' or your classmates.
You are what you put into the world and what you take from it. You are the feelings people get when they see you. You are the smile on his face and the tears in her eyes. You are the seeds you plant in the garden; the maker of life and caretaker of it. You are the kisses on your child's skinned knees that he'll remember when you're long gone.
You are the sum of all your people, places, feelings and experiences. You are more than any one person will ever know or understand.