When you hate yourself, you can't love me or anyone else. I have watched you since we were kids hating who you were and the way you felt, trying to repress who you really are. No matter how hard you stuff, the soul can't be kept down. It's time to stop stuffing and be who you are, even if that person is not who I'd hoped you would be. It's going to be hard, but I love you. The real you. It will be nice to see you fly again.