I’ve been thinking a lot about confidence lately. For the longest time I thought there was a direct correlation between confidence and perfection. I thought the more flawless a person was, the more self-assured they must be.
Broken is beautiful. Flaws are beautiful. Flaws are POWERFUL.
I sure as hell am not perfect. I have a lot of inner demons I still have to conquer. But I have such a drastically different appreciation for myself and those demons now than I ever had before.
Life is too fucking short to spend time pitying yourself for your imperfections and shortcomings.
Love. Yourself. First. and release your inner power/strength/beauty and never apologize for it.