When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits - anything that kept me small.
My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.
He who does not understand your silence, will probably not understand your words.
My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.
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