I am sorry I filled you with doubt, insecurities, and endless nights of trepidation over nothing.
You were not born physically in the most pristine condition, but that was no excuse to ruminate through and leave chards of glass in the form of unfulfilled dreams and habitual obsessions about my body, my unworthiness, and the plethora of reasons they leave.
I am sorry if the years of incessant negative harangue left you feeling dejected, lonely, and afraid to be who you are. I apologize if I allowed the behavior of others to mold you into something that was less than magnificent.
You are perfect. You are beautiful. You are unique. I am truly sorry for making you think otherwise.
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