If you don’t know how to love me.
Let’s be real, I don’t really know how to love myself.
But please don’t act as though you would have lived my life better than me.
You have no idea what my life feels like.
No idea what it takes to wake up and fight as hard as I do*smile as bright as I do*walk as tall as I do*and love as big as I do.
No fucking clue.
So don’t pretend you could live it better.
Walking over hot coals burns everyone’s feet. Everyone’s.