She calls herself a catastrophic anomaly…

Catastrophic (noun : involving or causing sudden great damage or suffering.

Anomaly (noun): something that deviates from what is standard, normal, or expected.

She says this about her mind; she has her own thought process, splitting the Red Sea of cliches in half making her own intellectual path yet in her case not many others wish to follow, and she is not exactly okay with this.

She sees her thoughts as detrimental, (adjective: tending to cause harm) to society, even if the only danger she truly poses is not sticking to the status quo.

Anxiety and depression tag along behind her thoughts incessantly (adjective: continuing without pause or interruption) and in moments like this she can only see the worst outcome in everything and everyone.

If I could, I would write poems on her body in charcoal and pray that the words sink further than just into her skin.

I would fill them with everything I could say but never fully get her to understand.

I would write about her smile, the delighted victory smirk she gets on her face whenever she manages to make a good point in one of our discussions, and the way it expands whenever she laughs.

I would write about her voice and the inflection that comes with it whenever she talks about the things she likes like Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald and Pablo Neruda …

I would write the word normal down the length of her spine and across her forehead, the word wonderful (adjective: inspiring delight, pleasure, or admiration; extremely good; marvelous.) on her right forearm and leg and the word precious (adjective: of great value; not to be wasted or treated carelessly) on her left forearm and leg.

I would write the words good enough across her stomach.

I wouldn’t touch her hands because they already make magic every time she lifts a pencil, and I wouldn’t touch her face because she likes to wear makeup and that takes time to do.

And of course all of this would probably be pointless, but at the end of the day, I’d want her to know that she isn’t a catastrophic anomaly.

I’d want her to know that she is not her failures, she is her victories and beautiful imperfections and multiplicity of people who made her history… ❤

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