a note to myself

Darling.  Darling, dearest Posie.

There is nothing left to prove.

No, there is one thing left to prove.  You showed the world that you can do it.  Now show the world that you can not do it.  Step out of the graveyard.  Live.

Please live.  There is so much beauty in this world, too much to give up for a fleeting chance at "perfection."  Perfection is a lie, a myth.  There is no perfect.  You can merely embrace your flaws, be they thighs or scars or a laugh that's too loud when you're full of joy.

These things were never flaws, anyway.