Go for a walk to the garden center mother says. Hailstones thunderstorm apocalypse (at Parkers Garden Centre)
Stop.
Take a moment.
Breathe.
This holiday, too, shall pass.
Love,
Sara
P.S. You are not your weight, your age, the amount of money you make, or the car you drive. You are not your job or your lack of a job. You are not your father’s idea of you, or your mother’s, or your grandmother’s, or…