there are only three things I am certain of. First, that healing begins with forgiving myself. For the love I denied myself, for the worth I tossed away, for not showing up for myself on the days I needed myself most. Second, that I would do it all over again if it meant ending up exactly where I am right now. And finally, that my worth has never, not once, and no matter how much I believed it to be, been tied to my ability to reproduce. My body is a temple. My heart is good and full. My brain is powerful and magnificent. And me? I am fierce. Capable. Worthy. I’m fucking priceless.
