I wish I could squeeze you so tight and for so long that all your insecurities leaked right out of your eyes and your lungs emptied out all the unkind words you say to yourself and filled back up with the deep understanding of just how wonderfully and powerfully and beautifully made you really are. I wouldn’t let go till you believed it. I’m in awe of you. And you’re doing the best job. I’m cheering for you. Xo, Jules