You break my heart because you lived a lot of my life, but even more. You're not the delicate waif looking for some clown, you're not an object. You're a lovely young woman with intelligence, warmth and integrity.

I wish I'd have been your mother. The second you said you hated ballet, I'd have pulled you out.

I know why you made the prompt. I responded too. But you have to know, you are beautiful, you are worthy, and not just because of the teeny tiny shell. Your smile, even when fake, is gorgeous, your eyes tell everything, even when you may not mean them to. It's like they're saying, "I see you, seeing me, and here's some more, if you're smart enough to get it."

I see you. Always. Know that, I see you.