Bears are beautiful. Most people are beautiful inside.

If anyone in this world doesn’t like bears, doesn’t like fuzzy bears. Meh, they don’t know me

It’s sad that the parental units and the whole family of origin didn’t love or appreciate me, beyond sad. . There’s no trivialising that hurt. Nobody would have escaped that unscathed. There’s no way to wipe out those memories, that pain. But I refuse to hate myself all my life because of how they ...