She was a girl in a time when lipstick and perfect hemlines were of great importance,
When little women mimicked flawlessly-coiffed hairdos and pressed blouses, learned from their mothers and fashionable aunts
She followed all of the rules, and showed off all of her potential as a perfect little mother to perfect little siblings,
Validation was born of faultless pin curls and stainless sheets; of exquisite pies and unflappable emotion.
And somehow it never felt enough.
She came of age in a time that flipped everything she had ever learned upside down, and so began a life lived in seemingly vain-attempt to bridge these two worlds.
She lived in silent protest
To justify her desire for something more.
She married because she was supposed to
Thought better of it and took her first brave step on her own.
She saw skies that were too bright, and made the rules as she went along
Fell in love and bore children; torn between staying at home and working
Was a perfect hostess and textbook mother
Indulged in creativity, and the real-world as a classroom.
And somehow it never seemed enough
All the black sheep that she held, by birthright should have never been hers
But she was forever misunderstood.
She never quite fit into one world or the other,
Trying to please everyone; wanting more for herself
She realized that someday never comes.
And it wasn’t by accident, this brave ascent into unexpected adventurousness.
It took years for her to decide that if she wasn’t appreciated where she was
She would find her own niche; look elsewhere for people waiting all their lives for her with open arms; and live exactly where she was meant to be.
She remains misunderstood by those that once thought they knew her best,
But she leaves a mark wherever she goes despite everything everyone ever knew of her
She no longer waits for validation, because it occurred to her that she was always beautiful.
And she finally believes she is worth it.