To my daughters

 To my daughters,

you do not owe the world softness at the expense of yourself.

You are allowed to take up space.
To have sharp edges and big feelings.
To change your mind.
To rest.
To want more.

You don’t have to be easy to love.
You don’t have to be agreeable to be worthy.
You don’t have to shrink to keep others comfortable.

Be kind, yes.
But be rooted.
Be honest.
Be whole.

I’m not raising you to be palatable.
I’m raising you to be free.

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