I chose to embrace the parts of myself that disgust me. The parts where I judge and hate and snicker. The parts where I slice and dice my skin to make it conform. The parts where I hide the words I dare not speak.
I am not good. I am not holy.
I chose to embrace the parts of myself that delight me. The parts where I love and comfort and embrace. The parts where I kiss and caress my skin and allow it to be. The parts where my words are spoken gently and with love.
I am not bad. I am not evil.
I chose to embrace the parts of you that delight me.
I chose to embrace the parts of you that disgust me.
You are not bad. You are not evil.
You are not good. You are not holy.
We chose to embrace the nonsense. The explanations we missed, the solutions that went over our heads.
We chose to embrace the meaning. The decisions we made, the outcomes we designed.
It is not holy. It is not good.
It is not evil. It is not bad.