Chaos with Cait

Women should be able to walk outside after dark without fear that a stranger’s presence will turn freedom into vigilance. Teenage girls should be able to walk down the street, uninterrupted. Without car horns, without catcalls, without being taught that their bodies are public property. Young girls should be able to exist innocently; to grow, to play, to trust, without being groomed, without being preyed upon. We should not have to learn to survive before we learn how to liv

I stopped waiting to become who I was before. Instead, I introduced myself to the woman who survived. I held her hand and, promised her that she was one hundred percent worth the fight.

Somewhere beneath all of my aching, a soft voice whispers you will not always feel this way.

I want to taste the world, I want to drink sunlight until I am drunk on being alive.

I believe that you are beautiful. I believe that you are strong. I believe that you are courageous. I believe that you are kind. I believe that you can do anything. I believe that you can heal. I believe that you can shine. I believe that you can move forward. I believe that you are divine. I believe in you.

See me. Even when my words scatter like broken glass.

Her body is a library that survived the burning. Every breath of hers, is a page still being written.