I love the way I look when sunshine reflects off of my big forehead full of pimples
because I sometimes forget to do my skincare routine and
I love how I feel when I am standing on top of a building and
the wind is rushing past me and
I love the sound of my feet taking small but purposive and sometimes indignant steps forward and
I love the way my heart races when I hear my favourite poem and
I love the scent of me after a shower on… well, not necessarily a hard day and
I love the way I curl up beside my mother when I’m missing the feeling of home and
I love how she puts her hand on top of me, reassuring me that home is right where we are.

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