Beauty like her is not born. It is suffered for, earned and shaped, until the day that it finally becomes. For there is nothing quite as beautiful as the honesty of breaking and the strength of fragility.
You are the artist of your existence, my dear. So color the canvas of your destiny and mold the shape of your reality. Never forget that above all else, your life is a masterpiece of your own creating.
Today I choose to forgive myself for past mistakes. Today I choose happiness, contentment and inner-peace. Today I choose to free myself of negativity and to take ownership of my life. Today, and everyday, I choose self-love and to believe in the magic of undying hope.
And it took cutting back the prettiest parts of myself to finally realize that this shell does not define me. For I am so much more than flesh and bone that case the beautiful tragedies of my heart and mind.
This life is an enduring and complex journey, but finally I have reached the point in my story where I am appreciative of where I've been, proud of where I am, and excited about where I have yet to go.
Be kind to your body, gentle with your mind and patient with your heart. Stay true to your spirit, cherish your soul and never doubt yourself. You are still becoming, my love, and there is no one more deserving of the nurturing grace of your love.