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?"
What you need is to be admired. Acknowledged for your charm, wit, and elegance, in spite of what lurks underneath your royal garb.
Speaking from my own experience, and more specifically, my experience on this unusual day, I am beginning to recognize that there has been an all-out war going on inside me from an early age. This silent battle was waged by my ego against the deep wisdom embedded in my core, which knows ...