This body is beautiful simply because it exists. After the mad, the starving, the sliced open-and-out-of memories, the question marks and mangled screams, this body still wakes.
Today, when you are feeling like the wind is too pushy, bend your way toward a moment of kindness.
The moon is polyamorous and will never run out of energy to love someone new. Give it your phone number. Invite it in. Its glow will remind you how illuminated you are.
Bridges are not just meant for jumping. They guide you toward the other side. From Brooklyn to Manhattan. From one borderland to another. Even with your fear of heights, look down, but remain on your level. It is a curious and brave thing to remain sturdy and steady.
Now, you can love. Now, you can love because you are gathering up letters beside your bed that remind you how necessary you are. These letters exist on paper and etched in your skin. Your silences have grown muscular. With tongue and vocal chord. Your silences no longer want to remain still. Now, you can speak up and love without restrictions.
Give up your hiding spaces. You deserve to be seen. In whatever form you take up and in as many ways as possible.
This body is beautiful because it exists. Because after all this time, it still asks questions and takes questions and has even has a collection of answers now.
Aimee Herman 