

I live in New York City. Damn, I love this city.
…t cures all. These might help, but the real key is simple and unsexy yet hard to obtain and to own: the realization that we are enough already. That we are not different, weird, broken, damaged, fucked up, faulty, guilty, unloved, or unlovable but worthy in our imperfection, strong in our vulnerability, brave in our fear, good, capable, unique, wonderful, and fumbling around to find who we really are. Just like everyone else.