17/02/2026
May I find more ways to love you.
May I find more ways to be okay, to be with you every day.
May I find more ways to feel in tandem with your heart, so I will know at which point you are out of step with the world and stop.
May I find more ways to nourish you.
May I find more ways to not push you so hard inside.
May I find fewer ways to hurt you, in thought, in lack of motion and in the relentless high perfection expectation.
May I find more ways to love you.
May I find more ways to be your friend.
To be your ally, your pal, and your consort.
May I notice your unique ability to see the world in ways others can never see, yet never see the uniqueness in you.
May I begin to celebrate you.
May I begin to be more in service to the blue white skin, red lines, and roly poly belly.
May I begin to love you.
May I begin to accept that you may never be thin or beautiful in a way you think other people are but are yourself in countless ways that other people envy.
May I begin to love you.
As a body that may never change.
As a mind that changes often,
As a friend.