You tell me I am beautiful. You make me feel enough. Why am I only satisfied with myself, when it comes from you? How liberating could it be, to pursue purity instead of perfection?
True freedom, true authenticity. Every ridge, every peak, it’s still me. I am an ever changing „river“ meandering through where life flows. Vulnerable to the valley of judgement I surrender I surrender.
The moment I feel alive, is the moment I am me. The moment I accept this. Is the moment I am free
I tell myself I am beautiful. I know I am enough.
True freedom. True authenticity. My beauty lies in me.