rachana rajan <3

(fanfic in Harry’s POV)

Everyday when I wake up I wanna look my best even when I am at home because there was a younger me who used to cry and cry because I couldn’t do it even if I wanted to.

There was a younger me who was made fun of for wearing the only slipper she had, thrown old clothes on her face by her only friend, stared at for wearing torn clothes, there was a younger me who wished on all the stars she was beautiful and could just wear what she wanted.

So now I am a shopaholic who doesn’t dress to impress guys or look better than her friends. I dress because I want to look good for myself. I dress because I wanna feel as beautiful as I feel inside, I dress because it makes me confident and bold.

I dress because these are the clothes that actually define me. I dress to make the younger me proud. I dress to heal the wounds that still haunts me in the middle of the night and I don’t want to give them that power to haunt me because those wounds are fading fast.

Do i dress for revenge though? Nah.

I dress cause this is the me that I always wanted to be 🙂