This Isn't About Anyone Else
All of this makes me sick to my stomach, sometimes. I eat tiny bites of food that I don't even want, just to make the growling go away. I curl up on my couch and watch cartoons. I cry in the bathtub. I've been taking a lot of baths lately. I want you to laugh with me and joke with me and listen to me and advise me when I ask for it. I want you to hug me and tell me that it's okay. I know that it's okay- underneath everything, I know that I'm all of these things- I'm soft pink, orange, white, bright, hot, scary, cracked, crumbling, green, blue, quick, slow, vibrant, mutant, frightened- and all of those are okay. I want you to know that most of all and always and forever, though, I have never not been stable, capable, happy, full, and loving. Those are the things that will never pass.