Grateful for everything that made me love myself more, even the hard parts. The moments that broke me down, the lessons I didn’t ask for, the silence I had to sit with ~ all of it taught me how to choose myself without guilt. I used to think healing would feel like joy all the time, but sometimes it felt more like loss, like outgrowing old versions of me. And still, through all of it, I found strength in the pieces I put back together.
I’m thankful for the people who showed me what I deserved, whether by giving it or by not. For the boundaries I had to learn, the confidence I had to build from scratch, and the self-respect that grew in the quiet moments no one saw. Every step, even the missteps, brought me closer to a version of myself I’m proud of ~ one that doesn’t settle, doesn’t shrink, and most importantly, doesn’t forget her worth.
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