You’re hungry for a life that doesn’t require you to fold yourself in half just to fit. You are ravenous—for the rise, for the reclamation, for the rhythm of your own becoming. To feel alive again. And that hunger? It’s holy…

Some truths don’t arrive all at once. They whisper. They circle. They stretch themselves into dreams and memories and conversations we didn’t know we were still having. If you’re metabolizing more than words can hold right now, this letter is for you…

This body—your body—is not something to fix. Not something to apologize for. Not something that has betrayed you…