There was a time when you were five years old,
and you woke up full of awesome.

[...]

Do you still have it?
The awesome.

Did someone take it from you?
Did you let them?

[...]

Why the hell would you listen to them?
Did you consider they might be full of shit?

Wouldn’t that be nuts, to tell my little girl below that in another five or ten years she might hate herself…?

[...]

Look at her. She is full of awesome.

You were, once. Maybe you still are. Maybe you are in the process of getting it back.

All I know is that if you aren’t waking up feeling like this about yourself, you are really missing out.

(the full thing’s even better…)