Imperfection is a form of freedom.
Anh Gno, shihoriobata.com
For most of my adult life, I was provided a small box to fit into. The stress of these expectations took a toll on me, and after 15 years, I crumbled.
It was only through tears and determination that I found myself again. And in finding myself, I embraced the imperfections that were once frowned upon.
If you found yourself in a similar cage, let’s join together and learn that each of our imperfections is actually…perfect.
