The Goddess Relief

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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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