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I am ready. I am ready to embrace who I have become. I choose to stop fighting. I shed my old skins. I reach out and touch myself. All of myself. I refuse to fight who I am for who I was. I was who I was. I am who I am.
Today, in the light of love, I’ve become love. Hate, sorrow, anger are too heavy to carry. Love is my wings. Love is my breath.
I breathe. I hug myself. I hug the softness that I’ve fought so hard to disclaim. It is who I am. And I celebrate it.