The Goddess Relief

January 23, 2015

I’m not healthy.

“I want to be enough.”

“I want to be smart.”

“Am I pretty?”

“Why don’t I have it all?”

Exhale.

Let go of perfection.

Flaws are inevitable,

And perfection isn’t about being flawless;

It’s about being perfectly you.

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