I choose me.

  She has beautiful, out of this world, hazel eyes. I love that her eyes always share how she is, really is. I love that she is honest and kind at the same time. I love her fierceness, how she takes a leap, even when she doesn't yet see where she is headed. I love her compassion. What I really love is… how she has grown. How she has built herself up, piece by piece. 

    I love her creativeness. How she is empathetic. How she dances with trees. I love her body, she is beautiful. Every curve, every scar. I love that she carries herself gracefully. How you'd never guess she'd been thru what she has. And how it has encouraged her already beautiful loving nature. How each scar is a reminder that she let the light in.

    I love that she chooses love… everytime. No matter what. I love that she is now choosing herself. I love that she has learned to be and is being so incredibly gentle with herself. I love her. I love how she lights up and ignites joy in those around her. I love how she is wild and free. I love that she smells the flowers. I love her. And I am so proud of her. 

  This is a love letter to her. Just for her. I know she feels me. For she is… me.