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Perhaps all the love and acceptance that had been promised me if I could just hate myself into a new me didn’t exist. Perhaps I was going to spend my entire life fighting my own existence and then just . . . die.
I was transported to all the times I had given away my own body in penance.
There are times when our unflinching honesty, vulnerability, and empathy will create a transformative portal, an opening to a completely new way of living.
The words always had their own plans. Me, I was just a vessel.

