This beauty that I look at before me. In the morning light, shining perfectly on her soul. She is a miracle. Her tired old body has birthed children, and surpassed all that life has challenged her with so far. She has survived, and thrived. But most importantly she has learned to love herself the most. It doesn’t happen easily, or naturally, but she is always reminded exactly when it’s necessary, like this morning. All she needs to do is breathe, and be, and stretch, and love. Every single cell that there is to love.
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