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Some things that are not okay will never be okay. Maybe there will always be the things that you will always feel sad about. Maybe there will always be the things that frustrate you about yourself, that cannot be cleared away, that must be borne, that must be dealt with, because they are part of you, for some inexplicable reason you don't even maybe have to understand. And it can just come around again, like springtime, like a cycle of the earth, it's okay, and you can get through it, and you can yell or you can roll your eyes or you can swear and say i can't believe it's this, again, again... you can react how you want, but rage and self-hatred, it's like raging at snow in wintertime. Your inner spirit wants you to put on a fuzzy hat and scarf, when you are crumpled in the snow, cold and sobbing. I want you to know that you are beautiful, and that I love you. You, as you are. All that you are. It is enough.