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This smile comes from me. This face is wrinkled with life That I am blessed to have. I am not a super beauty. I am not a perfect person. I make mistakes a lot of them. I fall. I rise. I have been hurt. But I am still alive. I am human and not perfect but I am thankful. I am perfect in my imperfections. Happy in my pain, strong in my weakness and in my own way beautiful. I would rather live my own life knowing I am not perfect, rather than spending my whole life trying to be and I’d rather my daughter do the same.
Being happy does not mean everything is perfect it means you decided to look beyond the imperfections. Beautiful is living a life of full depth not of a masked perfection. You just have to show up, as you are, despite all the objections and insecurities of your mind, despite each and every fear that threatens to hold you back, despite the limitations and criticisms others will place on you. To hell with it all. This is your life, your journey, your adventure and all it is asking of you is to show up for it, as you are to have a beautiful life. That is enough. That is more than enough. That is everything and this is what creates beauty.