I've begun to perceive my own confidence and strength in new ways in the last year. It's a more tender, honest way of holding my own self, cupped in my own outstretched hands. I'm both more and less than I once thought. And I love myself more. A love that is more real that the brazen swagger I used to hide behind so much of the time.
Lawn mowers ate the grass around our neighborhood today. Changes are in the air.
I really don't care for cake.
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