After you, I bloomed

If we didn’t end our story,

I would have never changed.

I’d still be tangled in the thought

that I’m ugly,

I’m fat,

I’m not worthy.

But because of you—

I learned I am beautiful.

I had to lose you

to finally see that.

Because of you, I began

to work on myself—

not to change the parts

I disliked,

but to learn how to embrace them.

I started moving my body,

worked on my mental health,

softened the cracks

that covered my heart.

And now,

because of you,

I finally found myself.

Found the girl who was hiding

in the corner,

quiet behind her insecurities.

I began to bloom.

To shine.

My fire burns again.

Losing you made me grow—

made me look at myself twice

and choose the kinder thoughts.

You made me search

for the light in me,

and showed me

there was more

than my insecurities.

So yes—

losing you was the sweetest misery

I ever had to face.

Because you led me toward

the path I was meant to take,

toward the version of me

I would have never found

if I hadn’t lost you.