The hardest part in life is when it shatters you into a thousand pieces. And every time you try to gather those pieces and fit them back together, it gets harder. You get harder. We start building walls around us, trying to protect ourselves — so no one, no person, no circumstance can break us again.

And little by little, we bury our true self.

We act differently. We speak differently. We twist and shape ourselves to fit into places we were never meant to belong — just hoping, maybe, that there we will finally be loved.

But I’m not here to make you act differently.

I’m here to remember you — to remind you of all your heartbreaks, your losses, your falling, your failing, and most importantly, your natural essence.

The truth of how you came into this world: LOVED.

I’m here to show you that every wound you carry had a purpose. That every scar shaped the powerful person you are today. And the most beautiful part?

We all carry wounds. And when someone is brave enough to show them — really show them — it touches something deep inside us.

We don’t turn away.

We love.