“I wish someone had told me to take care of my body, to use it or lose it, to move my energy from my brain down into my body earlier, sooner, that one day, the habit of not doing so would be so ingrained, it would be too late.
I wish someone had told me that there are no such things as mistakes in life, only wrong turns that lead to new destinations.
I wish someone had told me that letting go is better than holding on, that surrender beats grasping any day.
I wish someone had told me that I didn’t have to be afraid.
I wish someone had told me to say “No,” to say it loudly and often when I was young and big busted and walked through the world a target to the desires of men.
I wish someone had told me that I would one day be an adult and that my world would extend beyond Long Branch, New Jersey and the prison of Long Branch Senior High.
I wish someone had told me that I was enough. That I would have enough. That I would be enough. That I already was enough.
I wish someone had told me that people matter more than work, more than things, more than my own thoughts.
I wish someone had told me that saying I’m sorry wouldn’t kill me, and that in fact, it is the lubrication that makes love possible.
I wish someone had told me that it’s more important to have fun and to know pleasure than it is to accomplish things in the world.
I wish someone had told me to let go.”
—Laura Davis
