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I regret that you do not know you’re already free. I regret the distortions we all saddle ourselves with — that we are not this, not that, too fat, too thin, too old, too late, too bereft or unlucky. Can’t you be willing to belong first to yourself and then to everyone else and their judgments? Can you become wild and unpredictable in your self-love? Can you defy your most punishing instincts? If you could love you, make your own country, let some joy in, some silliness, something only about you, for you, no one else, then you would not fear me so, fear love, fear life. You would not need to hurt you and hurt me so. 

Submitted by: May