I accept where I am right now is where I am meant to be.
I accept that the people who hurt me in 2018, did so I could learn.
I accept my body in its ever-changing forms, shapes, and sizes.
I accept where I am right now is where I am meant to be.
I accept that the people who hurt me in 2018, did so I could learn.
I accept my body in its ever-changing forms, shapes, and sizes.
In this my 33rd year of life, I think to myself about the highs and lows and all the in-betweens.
I like to fancy myself a writer.
Well, as much as writing the occasional blogpost, short creative fiction or non-fiction story really makes me a “writer.”
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