I didn't dare post this when I took it for as good as the moment felt, the whispers of uncertainty and doubt snuck into my ear, growing louder, echoing silent insecurities. and so I tucked it away. who am I to feel beautiful, to take pride, to know strength, to have peace, to be loved? oh, child, who am I not? I cannot show you a wild and free life if I clip my wings nor can I teach you to soar if I remain grounded. I took flight in this moment and I'm worthy of that joy, with all my grainy imperfections. you are, too, sweet girl.