hiraethevermore

You are important. You are absolutely gorgeous. You deserve all the love in the world, MB. You deserve to love yourself. You deserve a better fucking mom. You deserve to look in the mirror and see YOU, not the dysphoria, not their words. I just want to hug you. And please don’t take this as “oh she feels bad for me” because this is NOT PITY, just facts. I understand what it’s like to go to bed hungry because “pretty is skinny” and to forgive him when he cheats because you feel like it’s your fault. It is not your fault. Okay? It. Is. NOT. Your. Fault. I’ve read your stories (you’re an amazing writer btw) and I’ve felt the way you do so many fucking times and I wish there were some magic words I could use to help you love yourself but there aren’t. And loving yourself is fucking hard, I know. But I am here. I will listen and not interrupt or feed you the bullshit “it’ll get better!” because fuck, there’s nothing more annoying than wanted to be heard when no one is listening, right? I’m listening, MaryBeth, and you are not alone. I’m listening. I’m here. So, if you ever need to rant or cry or just have someone to be sad or angry with, I am here. You are so beautiful and you are not the stupid, mean words they said. You are stories you don’t know how to tell and songs that you listen to on repeat and movies or books that make you cry and star gazing at three am because it’s just too fucking loud in your head. You are art. You are beautiful, messy, bright art and some people just don’t know how to appreciate art. I know this is long and rambly, I’m sorry. I just think someone should tell you how amazing you are because you ARE amazing.