bone

by Yrsa Daley-Ward

Loving someone who hates themselves is a special kind of violence. A fight inside the bones. A war within the blood.

The most important thing to do is not to worry. The lines on your face will never stop the sun from coming up. Your tears cannot affect the weather. There are wars going on. The one in your body is the only one you can be sure of losing or winning, then losing again.