I’m sad. I’m lonely. I’m tired and can’t sleep. I’m frightened of so many things that I don’t know where to start to deal with them. I’m losing my hair. I’m forgetting to eat. I’m drinking too much. I’m obsessive. I’m compulsive. I hate my body. I hate my face. I feel worthless and stupid and cold and unloveable.
I’m kind. I’m gentle. I’m loving and generous and defiant. I am forgiving. I am unbeaten. I am compassionate and willing and resilient. In spite of everything I am happy to be Pippa. Whoever she is.
(h/t Cassandrarei, who made me think. and made me feel better. Thank you.)