i feel strong. and happy. and hopeful.
and not defined by other peoples opinions of me.
i got called beautiful by a man i know today and i didn't break stride. that's saying something. i typically try to milk that stuff. not today. i owned it and kept right on moving.
like i said, i define me, no one else does.
and to me i am beautiful.
and henry is a great kid. today he was sweet and goofy and rad.
again with the changes.
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I love the shit out of you.
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