There is Beauty in Brokenness

Life has an unavoidable way of teaching us lessons we never asked for and showing us things we should never have had to see. I have been broken down to nothing, shattered, and left to pick up the pieces more times than I even care to count… and somehow, through it all, I have always found a way to rise again… to sift through the rubble, searching for the lesson, the silver lining, or the “bigger picture” blessing hiding in the wreckage. Life has tried so many times to harden me and I have refused to let it win that battle. I still very much wear my heart on my sleeve and will continue to do so, despite its scars and bruises.

I have been ridiculed, belittled, and told I would never amount to much. Those horrid little voices of doubt…some whispered, some shouted and both have followed me through all my years, but they have never once had the power to stop me. I have rebuilt myself from the ground up so many times and have thrown myself into ventures that many others would not even have the courage to consider - especially considering the position from where I so often had to start. I have always chased my passions and relentlessly pursued my creative loves. Maybe it’s resilience, maybe it’s just plain stubbornness, but regardless… the fire inside me has never gone out.

I am broken. I carry scars, stories, and baggage that are so incredibly heavy some days. But none of this makes me unworthy of love. None of this makes me less. If anything, it makes me more… more layered, more human and unquestionably more alive!!! I have spent far too much time wondering if others could (or would) see my worth, but now I have finally realised the only eyes that truly need to recognise it… are my own! My value has never been, and will never be, measured by someone else’s perception of me. I am not disposable! I am not replaceable! And there will never be another me!

There is something profoundly beautiful about broken things which have been pieced back together… Their cracks hold stories and I have that beauty within me. Even if I never get to share the weight of my story with another, or unpack our pieces alongside one another, I will honour it myself. I will own my depth, my individuality, my imperfect wholeness. Because in the end, life is not about being untouched by hardship…it is about how it grows you as an individual… letting the light in through those cracks and knowing, without a doubt, that I was never meant to be anyone but me.

I hope you all remember this too…that absolutely NO part of your story makes you unworthy, and NO scar takes away from your one of a kind beauty. You are not defined by what broke you - you are defined by the way you continue to rise, to love and to show up as yourself every single day despite it all.

Happy Monday beautiful... perfectly, imperfect souls! 💛🌷🤗