i know that most days the cathedral of your body with all its dips and curves forgotten staircases and ripped velvet covers on the splintered pews is hard to love
and there are days where you wish that your body would have manifested itself as a palace made of ivory and bone with great empty halls that would host nothing else but your anguished cries and empty stomach
but these things are incapable of filling you up because it is hard to sustain yourself on bitterness and past scars alone
so i say to you my friends brothers and sisters my lovers and those living in the wastelands of themselves
cast aside these things for you are not a church or a palace or a temple
no you are something much stronger and vast grow yourself into a forest
turn all the sleepless nights and breakdowns and hospital visits and suicide attempts and those traintracks of scars into the great twisting trunks of trees
grow yourself as big and bold as you need to be protect yourself wrap up all your sharp and soft edges and corners into the bark of mother nature
become a forest because through fire and drought and storm and flood the forest always comes back even the charred remains of trees stand strong
so i say to you with your dark circles and long sleeves and chest hidden behind a binder with all your scars and imperfections be a forest because a forest is unstoppable it always comes back it always grows back