Author has written 2 stories for Essay, and Fable.
Don’t tell me that I’m just a girl.
I’ve got fires burning inside me and galaxies in my eyes.
Stars run in my veins.
I am not just a girl.
I am strength, intelligence, and kindness.
I am not just a body for you to admire, I have a mind too.
Deep in the crevices of my mind you will find the beautiful things in life fighting with the darkness.
I am more than just a girl.
I am my own savior, I will dig myself out of the grave you have put me in.
Some mornings, she’d wake and vow, Today, I will get it right. I won’t be such an awful mess of a girl. I won’t lose my temper or make unkind remarks. I won’t go too far with a joke and feel the room go quiet with disapproval. I’ll be good and kind and sensible and patient. The sort everyone loves.
But by evening, her good intentions would have unraveled. She’d say the wrong thing or talk a little too loudly. She’d take a dare she shouldn’t, just to be noticed. Perhaps Mabel was right, and she was selfish. But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?
“Oh, Evie, you’re too much,” people said, and it wasn’t complimentary.
Yes, she was too much. She felt like too much inside all the time. So why wasn’t she ever enough?
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