Maria Clara Had Imposter Syndrome
Updated: Feb 19
I don’t know when I stopped
believing
in fairy tales
and started believing
in you.
Maybe around the time when
nobody else knew me,
perching underneath their gazes,
and then you walked in,
took one look at my soul
and figured me out
in ten seconds flat.
Watch me. Listen to me. I’m here and I –
matter.
Or the time you called me beautiful.
Nobody else says that and means it
quite like you.
Sometimes I forget I’m only beautiful to you.