I am sorry…
for all the things I said and didn’t say
for considering you less than worthy
for thinking that you weren’t the right sort of pretty
for speaking hate over your lumps and bumps
for holding you to an impossible standard
for blaming you for how I felt about myself
for every time I put you down to make myself feel better.
You are me.
In destroying you, I was destroying me. I just didn’t take the time to notice.
Thank you for carrying me through this world with strength and grace.
You deserve respect of honor.
I am learning to look at you with eyes of love.
I choose to speak real truth and words of strength over you.
I will do better because we deserve better.
I love you, me.