A world in which we catch a post about their mother passing, and suddenly this stranger from Thursday has a new dimension. They're grieving.
Allow yourself the courage to break down those barriers. See the bridges that have been there all along. And be unafraid to keep crossing them.
Our flaws make us flawless. Our imperfections make us perfect. Our truth and vulnerability make us beautiful.
My shame tells me I am wrong, not enough, not perfect. It often reminds me of my past mistakes, the times in my life that I have not been seen, chosen, accepted, understood or validated. When I try to expand, it asks me, "Who do you think you are?"