Every 'letter to my daughter or son' is a letter of love
I don’t know what to write to you
I don’t know what to say...
How am I supposed to love you when I don’t love myself in the first place?
How can I be so broken yet bring forth life?

My letter is one full of fear
fear of the things I may not be able to do
fear of predicted failures
My choices put me here

I'm afraid of failing to fit in
I'm afraid of womanhood and motherhood
I'm afraid of everything that has to do with you
I'm afraid of having you
I'm scared!
It's already too late to think twice
and... I'm scared I don't have the strength to be here

I am afraid...

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