(332//365) What can you tell me now that you couldn’t one year ago? Could you tell me how your reflection in the mirror has changed with such fervent subtlety that you hardly recognize the person you once were? Could you describe to me the palpable feeling of the shattering of such long-held presumptions of yourself? Could you tell me how fucking beautiful the silencing of such familiar doubts in your head can be? Could you tell me how your smile is an accessory you rarely leave home without? Could you tell me how fucking brave and bold you are, how fearless you’ve been in your decisions, how fortuitous you’ve been in your associations? Could you tell me how eager you are for the future, how content you are in the present and how many amends you’ve made with the past? Could you tell me how proud of yourself you are, for taking the harder road, for not bowing to fear and being rewarded for it? Could you describe to me how empowering it is to defeat yourself in battle? Could you tell me how it feels to love fearlessly and to be loved fearlessly in return? Could you tell me how hard it is now, to recall such penetrating feelings of isolation? Could you tell me you’d spent your entire life as a caterpillar and that now, you’re a fucking butterfly? I could.