I honor her.

The one who dared to dream of the impossible.

I honor her for her courage, her strength, her dignity, and her might.

I honor her for marching to the beat of her own drum.

I honor her for choosing herself.

I honor her for picking herself up each time.

Even when it felt like a Bigfoot monster truck was ramming her against a wall.

Over.

And

Over.

So what if she gained a few pounds from lifetimes of pent up trauma.

Her heart had grown deeper in its ability to love and hold compassion.

She was all the more beautiful because of it.

I honor her.