everything has been getting me a little teary-eyed these days. i must have caught on the Wheelock girls crying syndrome.
aren't we all looking for what we see in our life as a missing piece?
"Why am I not slim and pretty?" "Why am I not as smart as she is?" "Why don't I have a perfect family/relationship?" "Why am I made this way?"
Because perfect, isnt how anyone is made to be.
we're all broken, imperfect, scarred- all of which makes us who we are- us, and beautiful.
that missing piece; have you ever wondered? would we still be who we are with it?
today, I remind myself,
to be my own piece, to love my own piece, imperfect but beautiful.
everything has been getting me a little teary-eyed these days. i must have caught on the Wheelock girls crying syndrome.
aren't we all looking for what we see in our life as a missing piece?
"Why am I not slim and pretty?" "Why am I not as smart as she is?" "Why don't I have a perfect family/relationship?" "Why am I made this way?"
Because perfect, isnt how anyone is made to be.
we're all broken, imperfect, scarred- all of which makes us who we are- us, and beautiful.
that missing piece; have you ever wondered? would we still be who we are with it?
today, I remind myself,
to be my own piece, to love my own piece, imperfect but beautiful.
