For Whom the Belle Tolls

by Jaysea Lynn

Life has wounded you in its own way, but that does not diminish who you are, and who you could be, if you only stop being afraid of yourself.”

She’d thought she loved herself before, and she had, but in a defensive, prickly kind of way. This was a love of herself based on understanding. On forgiveness and empathy, the desire to love and be loved. To let people in.

Because that’s what princesses did. Handled shit.

You’re worth dying for,” she said, smile broadening, “but more than that, you’re worth living for too.”