I borrowed this from someone, but can't remember who to thank and quote....

Not long ago, your friendship was distant, in the back ground, comforting, but solid. I didn't look for more, didn't search your words for more meaning than what I could see in front of me. I was selfish, only looking for what I could use, looking inwards. You were a voice of reason, an echo of my soul. When I look between the lines, listened to what you had been saying, I realized what had been there for awhile. you were telling me more than what I was hearing. My life is in constant flux, changing, morphing, and I am trying to find solid ground for my feet. You have given me advice and an ear to vent to...experience to use. I am trying to learn to love me, be proud of who I am, to redefine this person and the body that I was given. Its a difficult task. I was raised to be proud, independent, kind, thoughtful and loving. I can be all these things...but the hardest thing of all is to love myself. So many mistakes and wrong moves, choices that made sense only in the moment, makes me second guess my every move, my every step, and almost every word.