I have a friend who punctuates correspondence with the lovely benediction–know you are loved.
Elegant, but a bit abstract for some of us.
I love you–more direct, but can you believe me?
Sometimes celebrity can be a strong drug. Knocking out some of our healthy need for solitude, privacy, anonymity, and humility.
When you lost the fight with Holms I grieved with you. Her win was methodical and clearly well-thought out. But some of us love you for your slugger’s heart.
You did not need to hide your scars on the way home. We all have them.
Glory in the well-earned blows.
But watch out for the body paint. SI has been treating legit female athletes like sex doll pin-ups for years. Playing to the testosterone of their average-joe readers is not good enough anymore.
Women like you deserve to have the paint of your fame be in each well-fought achievement.
Not your sex appeal.
Keep your clothes on and fight girl. Know you are loved.