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Beauty doesn’t come from physical perfection. It comes from the light in our eyes, the spark in our hearts, and the radiance we exude when we’re comfortable enough in our skin to focus less on how we look and more on how we love.

Don’t waste your time and energy trying to convince people to value you. If you have to fight for their attention and respect, it’s time to move on.

Perfectionism is the exhausting state of pretending to know it all and have it all together, all the time. I’d rather be a happy mess than an anxious stress case who’s always trying to hide my flaws and mistakes.

One of the greatest awakenings comes when you realize that not everybody changes. Some people never change. And that’s their journey. It’s not yours to try to fix for them.

It’s okay to be sad after making the right decision.

There can be a deep loneliness that comes from not having a family that has your back. I hope you can find supportive people who show up for you.

If you love yourself it doesn’t matter if other people don’t like you because you don’t need their approval to feel good about yourself.

The person who tries to keep everyone happy often ends up feeling the loneliest.

Allow yourself to be proud of yourself and all the progress you’ve made. Especially the progress no one else can see.

Sometimes you get what you want. Other times, you get a lesson in patience, timing, alignment, empathy, compassion, faith, perseverance, resilience, humility, trust, meaning, awareness, resistance, purpose, clarity, grief, beauty, and life. Either way, you win.

Let them be wrong about you. There’s nothing to prove.

My love language is when people’s words align with their actions.

To my children, I’m sorry for the unhealed parts of me that in turn hurt you. It was never my lack of love for you. Only a lack of love for myself.

You’re not selfish for wanting the same energy and love you give.

Cherish those you have in your life because you never know when they won’t be around anymore.

The people you will always remember are the ones who made you feel loved when you were at your lowest.

Confession: I hate small talk. It gives me anxiety. But if you want to get honest and vulnerable and weird for a little bit I am totally down for it.

You are not lazy, unmotivated, or stuck. After years of living in survival mode, you are exhausted. There’s a difference.

Trauma survivors crave honesty and authenticity. We’ve had to fight for our ability to think clearly and know who we are. It’s cost us greatly. We aren’t willing to engage with those who do not honor that.

You wanna break a generational curse? Give your kids the right to tell you when something you’re doing is hurting them, without being defensive or dismissive.