The Veil has become thinner over the years, but it is still there.  

It hurts still.

I want to be confident.  I want to be happy.  I want people to miss me when I leave.

I want to love my body.  Every lump and edge and roll and soft spot.     

I don't need to be someone's first choice.  I just want to be my first choice.

I don't want to worry.

 I pray for strength.

I pray for guidance.  

I pray for a shoulder to cry on like I've been to others.  

This is my Veil.  My curtain.  And though it is less, it still hurts.