“You’re my daughter and I love you. I don’t care who you love,” she said. “But that is best kept private anyway.” The momentary relief from hearing the words she had waited years to hear evaporated with those last few syllables ... “best kept private”. She’d being doing that her whole life; keeping the “private” part of herself - the part of her who dreamed, desired and loved in technicolour – stored neatly in a virtual closet.
She exhaled a long, slow, wistful stream of air to momentarily relieve the knot in her chest, just enough to breath again. That permanent knot that expands and contracts depending on …
She was certain that if she did not find a resolution soon, she would surely, eventually, strangle.
Her mind drifted to the ideal … the words that would yank the knot from her body, free her from self loathing, and bring light into her life:
I love you. You are enough – in fact perfect – just the way you are.
Period.
For any young gay kid who is feeling weary and isolated, watch the video below and know, IT GETS BETTER.
This is beautiful, Lyn, and so true.
ReplyDeleteI love this. I'm so happy you put it on your blog. It's a great message.
ReplyDeleteLife sucks sometimes and even more so for people who live outside of the perceived 'norm' as they have more to have to deal with. Acceptance of ourselves whomever we are is a giant step for mankind!
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