I love me. I’ve never loved anyone harder. Stronger. Longer. I’ve loved me through everything. I’ve loved me through heartbreak and loneliness. I’ve loved me through abuse and mental illness. Through triggers and traumas. Through growth and pain. No one has ever loved me like I do. I choose me. Every time, I choose me, even if no one else does.
I stand fearless alone. Unflinching and poised. Face tilted toward the sun, soaking up the rays of light and warmth. Without warning I begin walking with determination. Within moments I’m galloping and then wildly racing, unabashedly. My feet flying, soaring toward the light. The light that is me.