She was an accident

 SHE WAS AN ACCIDENT

It wore her down every time she thought about the fact that she was not conceived and born intentionally, or to two people who loved each other enough to stay together. 

It ruined her self worth, saddled her with inferiority complex, because each time she looked in the mirror, she saw a blend of two worlds that mixed but refused to meet. 

No. Not like the Gulf of Alaska. 

'I'm not worthy, nobody wanted me, I'm just an inconvenience', was the mantra that her subconscious had planted, rooted firmly and it followed her. 

Into her jobs, relationships, she never felt enough for anyone, not even herself. 

Nothing anyone ever said to her made a difference, the person she needed to convince was herself and the only person who could convince her was, well.. 

Herself. 

And then she brushed herself off. Stood before a wall and realized that as much as she was not in control of how she came into the world, she was however in control of how she lived in it, how she spent the life she was given without her consent. 

She had a purpose, it was not up to her parents to determine whether it was her time to come or not. It was hers. She chose to come. 

And now she was here. 

And she would live. Break through all the IFs and WHYs and stand firm in her BECAUSE and BECOME. 

She was not an accident. 

She was a blessing to bless the world, and maybe they were not ready for her, but she was ready for herself, ready to become, and that day.

Everything changed. 

Nobody can change your mind about the perception of you that you have of yourself, your background does not necessarily mean that your back has to always be on the ground. 

The day you realize that everything you require is inside of you, and the path through which you came does not define you, that is the day you were truly born. 

All you need is you. 

ITOHAN ✍️



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