Come with every wound and every woman you’ve ever loved; every lie you’ve ever told and whatever it is that keeps you up at night. Every mouth you’ve punched in, all the blood you’ve ever tasted. Come with every enemy you’ve ever made and all the family you’ve ever buried and every dirty thing you’ve ever done; every drink that’s burnt your throat and every morning you’ve woken with nothing and no one. Come with all your loss, your regrets, sins, memories, black outs, secrets. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.
– Warsan Shire
i know it’s true when there is nothing i would possibly change, even the bits that make me wince and cringe, nothing i don’t want to know, no history i would discard. when i want the whole, especially the scars and strengths, when i’m compelled to show my own. that’s the real thing, doves.