This is a letter {stone of remembrance} to my 16-year old self: Hey you, beautiful young lady—yes I called you beautiful. I see you. I see you hiding in the family pantry contemplating death. I see the wounds you cover up with anger, jealousy, hatred fueled by insecurities and perfectionism. I see your sadness […]
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