In the past two weeks, I have had two close friends stun me with the amount of love they have for me. I learned of one’s reaction when she learned I was reapplying for grad school and how another has been enlisting her church to pray for Troy’s health weekly, a person they’ve never met.
I cried at both. It’s like 27 was when I learned not to loathe myself so much and 28 was when I stopped trying to change “flaws.” But 29 — I feel good about 29. I spent the previous years shedding the baggage and now I am starting this journey where I really, really love myself and having these friends love me just as much made my heart swell. I used to only see the give and take and the need for equality — but I am seeing that beautiful people give and I am beautiful and I am loved.