In nature, there’s no need to be the brightest star, the finest flower, the perfect Peacock. To be a star among stars is liberating.
To have your budding and blooming protected, respected, applauded, is a magical encouragement to your growth.
I was never enough or always too much and felt blighted, judged, discouraged. I just wanted to be beautiful ~ a hopeless fantasy, an impossible mission.
I have never been less than beautiful. If only I had believed. After all the years of tattering, I have finally found my wings.