For my mother, 

To whom I attribute any and all of my need to write; To understand through articulation; For giving me the only avenue that allows me the ability to express. You have given me life time and time again.I would not be on this earth if not for you, in more ways than one.

For my friends, 

Who have loved and continued to love every broken version of me. Who have not made it a requirement to understand. Who have allowed me to be and explore and learn, and for proving me wrong over and over when all I can believe is that I am unlovable. For proving me wrong over and over and over when my darkness tells me I will not still be loved if I ask for what I need. Who accept, and humble, and encourage. I would not be alive if not for you.

For myself,

For the little girl that has long believed that she is not enough. For the fear of feeling and healing and being known. For the acceptance, for the craving to be seen, loved, held, supported. For the powerful woman I am becoming. For carrying La Que Sabe within me from now on. For being brave enough to collect The Bones.