I will not be sad about the way that you look, the scars that you bear or the marks you’ve grown.
I will not be sad that you don’t look like her, or them or that.
I will not put pressure on you to perform in in a way that feels forced, foreign or painful.
I will not expect the impossible, the unattainable the out of reach- because it doesn’t exist.
I will be sad for how I’ve mistreated you, for the actions and inactions that have weakend your health or made you feel less than.
I will do better, and make the wrongs into rights by listening to your pleas, by giving back, by nurturing you.
I will compare you not to the bodies of others, not to the impossible standards, to the photoshopped and face tuned perfection that isn’t real.
I will heal you with love, fuel, care and most of all understanding and grace and time.
Lots of time. Because that’s all we have, you and I. Time together. Time to be complete and completely in love.
Words from a post I made on Instagram in January 2020, I still feel this way.