everything that hurts will be healed, sad memories will become irrelevant. i believe it.
slowly, gently, the little pieces of my heart are gathered like miracle, the healing magic that saved me became a gift. i believe it.
as long as the minimum purity remains, there is hope. please, believe me...
i want to share this gift and heal you as i heal.
Once upon a time there was a little girl with a big head and a small body who loved cats.
She felt enormously tiny, super gigantly small. Because of that, she always wondered "Am I too big for this ...?" and hid under the blankets.
She was talking to kittens under the table, and they said she's too big to fit in there, even though she was already there.
Good thing the little girl was quite happy anyway! She ignored all the rude little critters, who were her best and kindest friends.
Moral of the story: If you feel minusculy large or gigantly tiny, you are probably medium.