Most times I prefer that it become adaptable to the audience by letting you read meaning into it, but this one is personal.
We’ve had to deal with our fare share of insecurities in a way that’s unique to us. Ergo, no two war stories will ever be the same.
After a scheduledcoffee date this week, I was forced to stare at myself in the mirrored hall and I couldn’t help but Thank God, because I saw myself for how beautiful I truly was.
Before then I made futile attempts to not look at myself because all I saw was a grimy shadow of imperfections. I thank God for my journey thus far. I thank him for the courage to love myself the way he intended.