Today I broke down in tears telling my stomach that I forgave it and it had been doing its best and I was sorry that I'd blamed it when it had been doing the best job it could.
I scared my sister because I was sobbing with sympathy for the emotional plight of my own organs.
So today I'm challenging you to write a scene where someone has a conversation with one of their internal organs.
And I'm just going to challenge you a little more and ask you to be nice to yourself. Because sometimes, when it feels like a part of you is trying to kill you, like, say, your stomach eating your esophagus, it's just doing its best to save your life. Please love every part of you.
~ Joy
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