She looks like me

 She looks like me

Talks like me
Even rolls her eyes the same way I used to

She mimics my laugh
My little quirks
The way I overthink things without meaning to

But every now and then
She surprises me
With a confidence I didn’t have when I was her age
With words I never had the safety to say out loud

She’s got pieces of me
But she’s not a copy
She’s what I wish I had the chance to be

She loves without fear
Sets boundaries without guilt
She knows she’s allowed to take up space
And she never questions if she’s too much

She’s bold
She’s soft
She’s everything I’ve worked hard to become
And everything I’m still learning to be

She’s not just my daughter
She’s the reason I keep going when everything feels heavy
She’s the little voice in my head reminding me to break the cycle
To keep healing
To never go back to who I used to be

She’s mine
But she’s becoming someone all her own
And watching that
Is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen

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