the boa constrictor that squeezed the breath out of me, the voice in me that let it because I was not good enough, not strong enough, not beautiful enough, not suffering enough to be saved. No, I was finding a home in my body now, on this earth, in this timeline, as the skies circled around me humming: You are stardust. The world was good enough, strong enough, beautiful enough, and worthy enough to be saved, and my body was part of the body of the world. In order to love the world, I had to love myself.
