You are not so smart that you can't engage with others and try.
You are not so broken that everyone will see you as a failure and Boone to be around.
You are not so attractive that everyone will want to see you in your skimpiest fits.
You are not so low in self-esteem that you hang onto every praise comment like it's validation of your worth.
You are worthy of care, of love, and of platonic friendship that borders on the romantic but doesn't cross the line to it.
You are worthy of going out in feminine clothing and looking pretty and covered.
You are worthy of being drooled over in your skimpiest fits.
You will come across many, many beautiful and pretty people, alluring in various ways. And will find those worthy of your honest company.
It fucks, heavily, to be lonely and wishing when you see everyone else having fun with people.
You will try again. Because even when the shit hurts, even when arguments start coming and it feels worse, you will do the thing you rarely did before.
You will be you.
Speaking, talking, crying, throwing tantrums, planning moves/hangouts/dates, showing up with the truth radiating out of your body.
You will be you. I promise you it matters. With all your honesty, with your more open vulnerability, with your amassed empathy and crafted discernment, Crafted and Refined ™️ the Discernment, you will be you.
And we'll be grateful for it
