It is as though her willingness to simply be herself inspires me to notice the places in which I am not doing that. Her unapologetic expression of who she is and what she likes becomes a portal for my own awareness about where I am holding tension where I don’t need to be, where I am assuming I need to be someone the world wants me to be, or else be misunderstood, lost, alone.
Saved by Becky Mak and