Dear Beautiful Soul,
In case you’ve forgotten, allow me to remind you: You are perfect.
You are not without scars.
Not without fumbles.
Not without having lost your way time and again.
But still perfect.
You are not without tears.
Not without bruises.
Not without having lost your shit time and again.
But still perfect.
You are not without confusion.
Not without misstep.
Not without having been misunderstood time and again.
But still perfect.
For, it is through your scars that you have made yourself whole again.
It is through your fumbles that you’ve become triumphant.
It is while your way was lost that you found yourself.
Your perfect self.
It is through your tears that you have washed away shame.
It is through your bruises that you have discovered your strength.
It is while your shit was lost that you learned to appreciate your peace.
Your perfect, peaceful self.
It is through your confusion that you’ve gained clarity.
It is through your missteps that you’ve practiced resilience.
It is while you were misunderstood that you mastered compassion.
Your perfect, peaceful, compassionate self.
You are not too much, nor too little.
You are not too smart, nor too dumb.
You are not too modest, nor too sexy.
You are not too late, nor too early.
You are not too curvy, nor too flat.
You are not too easy, nor too difficult.
You are not broken, insufficient, inadequate, or wrong.
You are exactly how this world needs you to be. Perfectly perfect, and peaceful, and compassionate.
You are perfect exactly as you are.
Blessings & Beach Days Forever,
Katie