The Strength in Me

My strength comes in the acknowledgement of the perfectly imperfect thorns in my flesh. The anger, hatred, rage and self-destructive behaviors that seemingly rise with the thought of conquering my mind by consuming my soul…drawing from it the love that is mine to both give and receive.
My strength is in my stance, in my eyes, in my walk, in my belly.
My greatest strength took longest to cultivate – the ability to forgive myself, move beyond my fears, and love myself deeply.
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