A Thankful Heart

I noticed it the other night as I was getting ready for bed.  I wasn't staring at a monster in the mirror, who happened to be wearing my hoody and my pajama bottoms.  I was looking at an individual who I love.  It was kind of surprising, so I stood there for longer than I probably should have, just staring. The man in the mirror wasn't broken, he wasn't damaged, he wasn't a monster.  

I'm learning the idea of self-love slowly. I've spent most of my life carrying the secret of my feelings, but I'm moving past that.  I'm not there yet.  I haven't come out, and I don't know when I will, but there's a major part of me that isn't too worried about it anymore.  I've lost a lot from coming out to the people I have, but I have also gained a lot.  There are some very incredible human beings in my life who have been able to take the fact that I feel what I feel, and have loved me.  When I saw nothing lovable, they saw so much more.  So to those people, I just wanted to say a huge thank you. 

I haven't felt this great in a long time, and it's amazing.