I will never be a girl who lives her life within the invisible boundaries of the world’s expectation of perfection. I will always tell a dirty joke, and leave my house in a heartbeat for any reason to avoid a basket of ironing. I will live with baggage of sadness and keep it close, because it was “my” journey. I respect it, and understand my metamorphosis now as it transformed me to be who I am. I get to draw on deep strength because of it, however, I will never give my grief the power to define who I am, because then..in wins.
Words for the Journey
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