I am nearly comfortable in my skin, which a teenaged me would've thought impossible. I have clothes that I like a lot, and money enough to buy as many of them as I want, also things that were once unimaginable.
It is so very easy to hold onto hurts and brood over them until they are all the world. It is also very easy, once you learn the trick to it, to let them go. But you have to want it--want to allow yourself to be happy in whatever rich gifts you've been given, that are so very apparent once you turn to look at them. I'm a new learner yet, and often have to be reminded that I even can, but oh, what relief it brings.
