When did you stop believing in yourself?

All my life I’ve been the girl with big dreams, the big life and craziness that comes with it. But now I gage what I dare think of and imagine what I could only grab.

What happened?

When did I become that girl who felt like I needed to sacrifice. God made me, me, and if I am me, why should I live and die a carbon copy and not the original he made me. When did I become the girl who compromised?

I guess its another thing I’m having to reverse from you…