My life is good.
I am alive.
I can see and walk and talk and sing and laugh and cry.
I can feel.
I don't get high and I don't drink.
I know my partner loves me,
and I am strong enough to be happy no matter what.
I am not my weight, or my job, or my fears.
I am not weak, or unkind.
I love big and I hurt deeply.
...and this struggle seems endless today.
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