Growth that begins in our roots
An Open Letter to my Past Self My beautiful Ashley – You did the best you could, and I need you to know how proud of you I am. I know how hard that is to believe, to feel, because I know how much shame you hold. I know how hard it is for...
To my beautiful body, It’s that time of year again; your reminders have become visible. I looked down the other day and there it was – the feeling of guilt, hurt, resentment. But this time it was different, this time that was a fleeting feeling. This time something else happened – something beautiful. This...