#SHE : Learning the art of rejection.

She got used to it, rejecting those who fell for her smile before her intellect and those who judged her weakness before tasting her strength.

Astonishingly, it didn’t harden her heart as much as it restored a state of peace she long ago started hunting for.

A liberating feeling that surely narrowed her social circle but increased her confidence about the idea that she was an entity to take or leave, as a whole,as a packed bag of ripe, fresh, frozen and stinking fruits.

Only a wise hero would know how to make an energetic, delicious and inspiring juice out of that bag.

With the lack of heroes those days, she learned to become one and to only allow heroes around her. Not selfishly, wisely.

She no longer allowed the picking and choosing and she became particularly allergic to the phonies who marvelled about her before even witnessing the ball of emotions she turns into after midnight.

Grow Gracefully Daisies ^.^