05/02/2026
She wasn’t falling apart. She was finally shedding what no longer belonged.
She stands between what was and what is calling her to move forward.
Her heart glows with a love, that is no longer fragile, but rooted and branching through her body finding her place of truth.
The flowers in her hair speaks of her softness returning.
The butterflies: reminds her that transformation is not always bold, but sometimes seeps in after years of surviving.
Her body turns in two directions because healing often begins that way. One part 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, one part 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, therefore part has already walked toward freedom.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁.
S𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻.
S𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀.
This is the sacred work of becoming whole. 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀...
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