So much of me is broken. Like really really broken. My words aren't always pretty. My past wasn't always filled with perfection. And most days I'm scared of my future.
But there is beauty here. In my broken parts. You see where I am broken, Is also where I am the strongest.
So while yes, You will not find perfection here. You will find a strength that wasn't there before I was broken. And with that strength comes beauty. I'm not talking about physical beauty. I'm talking about the kind of beauty you feel kind of beauty that only found after you put faith in your brokeness.
This piece celebrates my broken parts for I am grateful for each and every break.