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I remember trying to hear that. to honor it as a means of advice and make an effort to change it. I couldn’t. Still can’t. What is that idea anyway? Holding back from something that is so endless in supply and constantly growing inside of your belly and out of your chest. Like flowers through pavement. See I can’t find a way to contain myself when I’m told I’m too much because the truth is I don’t think we are doing enough. I think we know better. What a shame to think I ever tried to put the fire out. What a disgrace to the very human heart inside this rib cage
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I will forgive you a thousand times. And even if you fight it, I’ll find a way to understand. To see you. This is an agreement I have made and it’s non-negotiable. A grown woman decision that doesn’t need any swaying or convincing otherwise because there is nothing wrong and nothing to be fixed.
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See what you can do? When you stop stifling yourself and what others say you aren’t worthy of. I see you. I want you to see you like I see you. Truth at the roots and a heart just like the one I speak of when all else falls through
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I love you. I’m not taking it back