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i've been getting a lot of comments on this recently...
i wrote and posted it almost exactly a year ago. here again
we are not wrong about love. there is no one we cannot have, and no one who would not have us. There is never anything about us that is unattractive, and it is ignorance and fear that destroy the forces of attraction. we are all beautiful, every inch of our body-every word we can utter will be gorgeous, every move we muster and every breath we suck upon is candy and light and gold and beauty. No face is unbeautiful at any moment. never too much anything, never too little anything. to believe otherwise is only a product of the eyes being shut too tight, a caught thought process, broken off far too early. there are never two of anything in the world, and one thing is never the thing it was the moment before, and cannot be the same in the moments to come. no wet lips, or length of hair, or inch of skin can ever be the same; they have in common only that they are all strange, beautiful, and never dull. there is no single body that cannot be loved. there is no human form that cannot be obsessed over, explored, examined, exploded upon and kissed and showered with emotion, even secretly or silently. there is no step that can be taken or dash that can be made that is not powerful, resonant, and exhilarating.
no one should ever keep from loving us, ever, at any moment. it is a part of them that is blind keeping them from it, just as it keeps them from the love they should bear every single person they know, and assume for every single person there is. we are not wrong about love. we are not disillusioned or mistaken, we are right about love. love is everywhere, and we always deserve it. every part of us, every physical portion, every isolated act, every thought and every gross detail of anything we ever do at any given moment is worth reaction, and obsession, and delight, and awe.
the part of us that feels this and screams it, muffled by the blanket of every denial and insecurity, is right about love, and should be held out, and brought up, and felt. everything we do is lovely. everything we are is sound. everything we can think of is perfect.
we are more beautiful than we can even begin to imagine, and we are often so unwilling to imagine it at all that it makes my body hurt.