You are smart, magnetic, thunderous and flowery all at the same time.
That is probably the best thing I will ever tell you, just like my mother told me.
She said it over it and over again right from when I was too young to understand until I was old enough to piece it all together.
It didn’t matter that I had fallen flat on my face time and again,
Or that I grew up with three elder brothers who were very successful in their highly respected fields,
Whom I loved dearly but whose intelligence and achievements often intimidated me.
It didn’t matter that for a very long time I did not know myself and merely glided through life,
Or that I annoyed her and fought with her from time to time,
Questioning her decision to put her dreams on hold for the man she loved.
You are smart, magnetic, thunderous and flowery all at the same time,
Even when you feel unworthy and not so smart for making poor choices, even when you are told you aren’t.
I know this because just as my mother saw the brightness in me, I see the brightness in you.