Anonymous said: I wish I could be skinny like you :(
One day I won’t be this skinny. Will that make me less beautiful? How heartbreaking if our beauty is confined to words like skinny, curvy, tall, voluptuous, hot, or sexy. Those are words and words like this are flat and never tell the whole story. Bodies change and vary and are unique. I won’t always look the way I look…and because of that, I can’t ever base my worth off of my physical appearance…and neither can you.
Recognize the beauty of your spirit instead. Your physical body will change, it will shrivel up, it will wrinkle, it will die. Mine will too. Physical beauty will mean nothing then. What will matter is the way you giggle, the twinkle in your eye when you understand contentment, the warmth others feel when they speak with you, and the love you radiate when you walk in a room. Cultivate those things. I promise there are millions of things about you that are beautiful…don’t ever trade them in for a physical attribute that will try and make you flat and one dimensional. You are not one dimensional. You are life itself. Your spirit is lovely and smart and passionate and daring, sweet friend. Don’t forget it.
I promise to love you:
at 6 am when you’re waking
to go to work, to school, or whatever
road life takes you on;
and when you didn’t sleep well,
your hair is a mess
and your eyes are sleepy.
at 8 am when we say goodbye
for the day and you’re rushing
out the door with a cup
of black coffee, after finishing
a morning cigarette
when your lips taste like
caffeine and nicotine.
at 3 pm when you’re exhausted
from the day and people have
worn you out and you feel like
sighing, crying, and falling asleep
and escaping in afternoon dreams.
I will kiss your forehead,
and wrap myself in your arms.
at 10 pm when you’re heading to bed,
even though you won’t sleep for hours
and you’ll flip through all the channels
tired of dismal newscasts and re-runs.
Especially when we become a human knot
wrapped up in sheets and kisses
at 3 am when loneliness and sadness
do not destroy you, but consume you
and when you weep without an explanation
I’ll kiss your lips, softly and
tell you you’re the absolute best.
When we talk about life
and why winter kills the flowers.
I will love you when you grow old,
I will love you even after that
I will love you if I’m no longer here
I will love you
I will love you
and I will love you.
- I promise to love you forever (for Louis) by Amanda Katherine Ricketson (via audrotas)