“Maybe strength is less about carrying the load and more about letting go.”

Growth often looks like out growing old patterns and good people.

You always feeling inadequate, if the world decides your worth.

You and I are shades of beauty from the same sky.

Loss teaches us that life is fragile and love is worth the chase.

Let pride go, to let love in.

Hope is on the horizon, we just have to look up.

You won’t heal your heart by rushing it.

We do not win external wars by denying internal battles.

The time to bet on yourself is now.

Teach young girls that their beauty is only a fraction of who they are.

You are not obligated to pay attention to things that threaten your peace.

Check out on social media. Check in on your mental health.

Gratitude is just as powerful as grief, and no season is ever wasted.

This is not the season to shrink ourselves for anyone.

Take perfection, give me peace.

Kind people aren’t doormats.

Investing in your significant other is a sign of strength. Not weakness.

Strength runs through our veins that’s why even when we fall we always get up.

I guess I was the son you didn’t want but I grew into a man every mother would love. In your rejection, I was forced to find acceptance I filled your absence with the strength to be better.

She’s forever breaking generational curses and doing her ancestors proud.

Maybe you’ve been through hell. But can you see how brave you were to get this far?

Holy power, but more than water droplets, a whole fucking wave.

You’re like the sun; because nor the grey nor the storm can bring down the essence of your wildest form.

Storms can ruin gardens, but that doesn’t mean you won’t see flowers again.