Jul 29, 2019
i put the mantra on my legs to say this body has carried this being through the worst of the worst + still, i stand. still, i run. Β still, i live. still, i am.Β
brave, not perfect: like the kind of love i offer myself when the days are full of hurt.Β
self-love has forever been that elusive kind of healing, the one that i grab firmly some days + watch slip through clenched fists on others. i am learning it is a joyous visitor who you must choose to invite back + invite back + invite back again until it decides to move in, when you then let it live with you forever: guilt free, fiercely brave, wondrously imperfect.Β
