I grew up in a house drawn between love and fear. There was no room for softness. But this girl with the long dreads revealed something else- that love could be soft and understanding; that, soft or hard, love was an act of heroism.
So you must wake up every morning knowing that no promise is unbreakable, least of all the promise of waking up at all. This is not despair. There are the preferences of the universe itself: verbs over nouns, actions over states, struggle over hope.
“You exist. You matter. You have value. You have every right to wear your hoodie, to play your music as loud as you want. You have every right to be you. And no one should deter you from being you. You have to be you. And you can never be afraid to be you.”