I’m not looking for perfection. I’m looking for a version of me who trusts herself and her intuition, who confidently communicates her needs while still being sensitive to others and who forgives herself when this fails.

I’m becoming numb in this cocoon I’ve built. It’s so safe and cozy in here but it no longer serves me and I know it.

I’m still coming to terms with this new bod. My focus the last few years was on surviving.

Imagine going to sleep and waking up a different person, in a different world.