flower girl

I’ve decided that for every teeny tiny thing I feel someone’s judging me for, I’m going to bless it with love.

That’s right.

No more wanting to make it beautiful for someone else. How about this instead–how about seeing it as already beautiful for me.

And with this, I hope to learn that it is not that I don’t measure up in countless ways, it’s that I’ve been letting myself down for not loving those places for what they are, whatever they are, however big, flat, speckled, lumpy, unruly, wild, unconventional, opinionated, desirous or unapologetic they are…

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