Whitney Houston, I Didn't Know My Own Strength

Lost touch with my soul

I had nowhere to turn

I had nowhere to go

Lost sight of my dream,

Thought it would be the end of me I

I thought I'd never make it through

I had no hope to hold on to, I

I thought I would break

I didn't know my own strength

And I crashed down, and I tumbled

But I did not crumble

I got through all the pain

I didn't know my own strength

Survived my darkest hour

My faith kept me alive

I picked myself back up

Hold my head up high

I was not built to break

I didn't know my own strength oh

Found hope in my heart,

I found the light to life

My way out of the dark

Found all that I need

Here inside of me oh

I thought I'd never find my way

I thought I'd never lift that weight

I thought I would break

I didn't know my own strength

And I crashed down, and I tumbled

But I did not crumble

I got through all the pain

I didn't know my own strength

Survived my darkest hour

My faith kept me alive

I picked myself back up

Hold my head up high

I was not built to break

I didn't know my own strength

There were so many times I

Wondered how I'd get through the night I

Thought I took all that I could take

I didn't know my own strength

And I crashed down, and I tumbled

But I did not crumble

I got through all the pain oh

I didn't know my own strength

Survived my darkest hour

My faith kept me alive

I picked myself back up

I Hold my head up high

I was not built to break

I didn't know my own strength

I was not built to break

NO NO

I got to know my own strength.

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It's so easy, isn't it? It's so much easier to allow a seed of doubt planted by others to take root and rise into our consciousness. It's easier to keep our heavy-lidded eyes focused on the ground, and watch the chiaroscuro of our shadows as the sun radiates above us.


It's easier to allow ourselves to believe that we're dirty, broken, damaged goods, worthless, or impure than to scream out--scream 'til we pierce our throats raw--the ugly truth of rape to a judging world. It's easier to concur with the media's definition of beauty than to assert our own.

Easier, yes. But right? HELL NO!


So be kind to yourself. Measure your worth not through societal constructs, but through the light and grace that's within you.


You are brave. You are strong. You are beautiful. You are clean. You are worthy.



You are you.