your face has been carefully constructed, perfectly arranged. the curve of your hips and slope of your lips, the pull of your eyelids, the slightest dip in your back, they’ve been drawn through generations like a single red string to end up with you. in a way you carry the faces of your ancestors, and that alone—the fact that you are you, the fact that you’re what millions of years have brought forward—makes you worthy of life. you don’t have to be or do anything more, you don’t have to earn your breaths or heartbeats. you’re already meant to be.





















