This is what fifty looks like. 
This is what a widow looks like.
This is what bipolar disorder and chronic pain and grief looks like.
This is what an artist looks like. A potter, a printer, a spinner, a knitter. The smartest girl in the room, almost always.
This is what a cisgender, heteroflexible, polyamorous woman looks like.
This is what a woman who loves, is in love, and is loved in return looks like.
This is what the day after the day after a major depressive episode looks like.
This is what finally being comfortable in my own skin looks like. This is what the beginning of accepting that I deserve to be treated with love, care, and respect looks like.
This is what not taking anyone else’s shit anymore looks like.
This is what broken and damaged looks like.

This is what healing looks like.
I am perfectly imperfect. More beautiful for my flaws.

Gary, I wish you could see me now. You would be so proud.

“…though she be but little, she is fierce.” WS