You Look Different

Dear Unconditional Love - Please be with me today.

Hey babe, you’ve got this. Don’t worry about your makeup. Or do. It’s going to be ok either way. You’re meant to be here. Meant to take up space. Be loud, be free. Have so much fun. I love you. 

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“You look different, move on.” How does that sit with you, babe? I feel the reality of that deeply, but I want to make sure you hear how simple it is. There is no morality to physicality. None. Bodies are cool. You read that to your son and I want you to know that for yourself. Absorb it while he is. You are beautiful AND it doesn’t matter. You are ugly AND it doesn’t matter. I love you. You are ok. You kicked major ass today not because of how you look but because of WHO. YOU. ARE. I’m so proud of you. You should be so proud of yourself. Keep this momentum going AND rest. I love you so much. Warm hugs, my love. Great work.

It’s hard to move on, huh?