This is the year.
The year I hated myself most
And learned to love myself
The fullest.
The year that pushed me down
Again and again.
That challenged me
Repeatedly,
Relentlessly.
The year that made hope
Feel like a something from my past.
The year that changed me.
Completely.
Not partially. But totally.
The year I learned to let go
Of everything that once was.
To let go of my image
My ego
Parts I thought that were me.
The year I felt empty.
Completely emptied of everything
I thought I knew.
The year that I grew
More than I ever thought
Was possible.
The year that broke me
And remade me
From the ground up.
The year that taught me how to love
My body so deeply
That we become one.
The year that gave solitude
A new meaning
Silence a new test.
More uncomfortable than ever before.
The year that created me
and who I am today.
Thank you to
The year.
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