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Honestly, it's a bit silly to think you thought you could break me. When the women in my family (on my mother's side) while loving aren't gentle, aren't kind— always, with their words especially. My grandmother wouldn't notice how hard she tugged my hair when she combed it and my mother told me from young "if you wanted a soft, gentle mommy to baby you, you aren't going to find her in me." Still, her casual, cruel comments sneak up on me, like little thieves with little knives to stab me to death, in my dreams, in my sleep. One by one, each little cut adds up. Death by a thousand cuts. You thought you could have easily taken me apart, but no, you'll have to compete with the critical voice of my mother who lives in my mind. Always loving, not always kind.

—Camille Lee, always loving but not always kind

Love is the one who holds the ladder when I climb up to change the curtains. Love is the one that insists "let me do it, it's dangerous." but love is afraid of heights and holds the ladder with a white knuckle grip, despite the fall only being three feet deep. "It's still a long way to fall." Love is knowing I must be the one to change the curtains no matter what love says because love is still deathly afraid of heights, and love is mine to protect as much as I am theirs.

— Camille Lee, love is the one who holds the ladder

When you know yourself you know life ⋆⋅♡⋅⋆