“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” – Maya Angelou
My yoga teacher once said, “A True Love Story Never Ends.”
I’ve never been in love. Not with a man or woman. Not with myself.
Before love, comes respect.
It’s interesting what parts of me think is love:
eating those chips late at night
trying to preserve myself by constantly finding fault in others & myself
And what might truly be:
Sitting with uncomfortable feelings
Choosing to inquire within instead of eating
Facing things I don’t want to face: fear, social interaction, jogging, paperwork, feelings
Tackling hard things
I’d like to have hope again.
I don’t want to give up on myself, because I’ve come so far, and part of me knows that I’m worth it.