My partner is out of town this weekend, which means you’ll find me this afternoon at the movie theater during 50 Shades of Grey, a little drunk, peering down at the poor hapless actors from the very back of the theater, laughing as loudly as I want. I expect the movie to be, in essence, the sexual version of Sharknado — a cult classic that’s all cult and no classic. But come on. I mean. We’ve all gotta see it, right?
Anyway. That is not why I am writing this post.
I am writing this post because it’s Galentine’s Day Weekend! And that means love.
I love you all.
You are perfect, and you are perfect, and you are perfect. I don’t even have the words to say it, because you’ll never hear it. When you do have those moments in which you just know, they won’t come from me (or anyone). They’ll come from inside you.
But: you are good enough. And you are…I was going to say worthy of love, but I hate the word worthy. It sounds like something you had to earn. Your value is intrinsic, not a dividend you receive by looking the right way or eating the right amount or forming the right kind of attachments to the right kind of people.
You have intrinsic value. And even though you are intelligent and funny and able to multitask like nobody’s business, or whatever positive attributes attach themselves to your identity, that is not why you have value. You just do.
You are a glorious, beautiful, perfect human being, and things will be okay. I promise.
Sometimes, when I can’t remember that I’m special, I have to watch this to remind myself. It’s like a hug from grandma. Mr. Rogers likes you just the way you are, and I do too.
❤, Queer Girl
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