Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,

The director was always on me about my weight. Never the work. Never my performance. My size. The amount of space I took up.

Note to self:

Sweet baby girl, you take up as much space as you can. The world is vast and the universe expanding. Cowards will try to make you small.

They will line their pockets with your insecurities. Starve them. Deny THEM.

Not yourself.
Restriction won’t help you grow.
And you can’t hate yourself to happy.

They will tell you over and over until you are telling yourself. “I am too much, I am too much.”

But repetition isn’t truth.

So hear this instead: we can be free. We can be free. It’s possible.

So let’s go chew something, shall we? Drink something warm. Cozy up and listen. The rain has stopped and the birds are singing. For now.

You are loved, by me and others.

Xox

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