I have a mouthful of sour jelly babies. Fruity, fizzy sharpness, squidgy and grainy, the warm hug of sweet.
I often write about the dark tangled places. Before offering advice on how to feel better about yourself, I describe my cruel self-recrimination. When speaking of the joy of being accepted just as you are, I start wi…
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