You Are Beautiful

I am grateful to Mamalode for hosting my story today. That space always feels safe… even when I’m feeling most vulnerable.

Thanks, Mamalode. XO

When I Inhabit Too Much Space

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  1. <3 xoxoxoxoxo <3

    Other than the marks of childbirth, of which I have none, this could be my own story in your words. Sending you love and light and hugs from a stranger.

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