Today I’m sharing “You’re Already Beautiful”—a folk-fantasy tale I wrote in the middle of an £D relapse, when my body d*$m0rph1@ felt louder than my own heartbeat. Crafting this story was my way of whispering back to that voice: magic doesn’t ask for beauty; it asks to be believed. This was inspired by the tale “How the Town of Marikina Got Its Name”.

In this story (and in my own journey) I found that every time the wind touched my face, every time I felt a river-stone underfoot, the earth carried medicine. Reconnecting with the land—letting cold water hold me, letting birdsong rewrite the script in my head—showed me that nature mirrors back wholeness long before we can see it in ourselves. The forest doesn’t call us flawed; it calls us home. 🌱💛

If you have been at odds with your body, this one is for you. Let the forest remind you: marikit ka na—you are already beautiful, right here, right now.