to be a lover, you have to be a fighter.
That in order to love, we have to battle against the things that rip us apart.
The things that feed our guilt, and keep us up at night.
The pressing force pushing us away from what is true and noble.
We have to fight.
For me, sometimes I have to fight for that tinny little wisper in my heart.
The voice that tells me to know how loved and valuable I am.
The voice of joy.
I have to fight.
I have to fight to love my body.
I fight to love my nose and thighs and arms everyday.
It's a fight to love the people who raise my blood pressure.
Fighting for compassion and a still tongue is draining.
I fight to love me, in all my inadequacy and failures.
I have to fight to love my friends and family,
knowing that I am not the perfect child and friend.
Everything lovey and noble, everything true and pure, has to be chased after.
We have to fight against insecurity.
Stand up against rage and annoyance.
Push against the lies that around us.
you are loved
you are valuable
and you are not alone