Let our scars fall in love with one another.
Not our ideal selves. Not the selves we will become when we get our act together...when we practice really hard...when we see and we attain the ideal version of ourselves. But now. Right now. With our scars and our shadows, our demons, our fears hidden or not so hidden. First *we* have to fall in love with them, which doesn't mean you have to like them. It doesn't mean you have to resign yourself. It means you accept them. Respect them. And then we have to have the courage to let others to fall in love with them too. To allow them to fall in love with them too. Because it's only through doing this that we will reteach ourselves our loveliness. By making our way through the fodder and the slough, and accepting, embracing even, the spininess of our self-doubt, our shame, our self-consciousness—those sharp shards of our broken heart. It's only there that we will reclaim our loveliness. So don't wait for another time, another place. There is no such thing. This is it. This is all we have. And it is enough. It is more than enough. —Vanessa Zuisei Goddard, ZCNYC
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