That Quiet Whisper

He spied her across the room and gave her a once over. His eyes lingered on every detail about her. Her long, caramel coloured hair that cascaded down her shoulders in luscious waves. Her eyes, pools of emerald green glittering beneath long, dark lashes.

Just as he spied her, she spied him. She snuck glances in secret, a little scared, not prepared for actual interaction. His dark hair was combed neatly to one side, creating the illusion of a slightly rounded fringe. His sparkling blue eyes bewitched her in a way she'd never been before.

Before she knew it, he was by her side. They chatted away like old friends, despite the fact they'd never laid eyes on one another before that night. There was smiles and laughter. In a cartoon, there would possibly even have been a few sparks too. At the end of the night, they exchanged phone numbers.

She went home and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She studied each and every inch of herself as she worked down. She arched an eyebrow as she widened her focus to see her whole self, not just the different parts, and wondered why. Why had he gone for her? Of all people? There were loads of other girls there.
But why wouldn't he? So quiet, she almost couldn't hear, was a voice to challenge her endless torrent of critiques. And then, her phone dinged with a message.
Hi Shae, I really enjoyed talking with you last night. I'd love to see you again.
That was all it took for the butterflies within to be released to fly around inside. At the same time, there was a tiny little thrill, an excited buzzing that coursed through her filling her with glee.

So she saw him again. There was just as much conversation, smiling and laughter as the time before. Until the truth arose and he ran for the hills. Just like everyone always did. "Why do I even bother?" she asked out loud as she watched him go.
Because, said that tiny whisper, You need to have hope. Hope is important. Hope helps you to keep going and looking. He's out there somewhere
"Who says I've got anyone? Why would I? He could have any girl he wanted. Someone that's not so different. Someone who's not a creep. Why would anyone want a creep?"


It took years for Shae to even start to be ok with herself after so much time feeling like a creep. With so much time of that tiny whisper being so hushed. But eventually, she came to a place where that tiny, quiet little whisper became a little louder, it's message strengthened as she finally started to believe what it was trying to tell her. And with it, the power of the demons that plagued her thoughts was lessened.

Shae had changed. And so had that tiny whisper. Instead of preaching hope, it told her that she was enough. It told her that she didn't need abybody else. Maybe someday, someone else would come. But if that day never arrived, she was enough. Just as she was.

Shae was still a long way from believing what the voice told her, but she listened to it now. It was made stronger by being heard. And she was made stronger by the message it imparted. You are enough. Just as you are.