I let go
Of holding and carrying the baggage. It is only me left as the reason it stays. It is only me who needs to let it go.
I open to the blessings
Of feeling lighter from the weight of less. Of knowing my imperfections are part of me but they do not define me. Of feeling free from what continues to try to make me hold onto those heavy burdens.
I welcome my purpose
To share my story so that maybe it can be a strength to someone instead of a weakness to me.
To be imperfect but striving to live better in every moment.

“perfect imperfections.”
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