Sometimes, I look back and laugh at how
close I hung to the end of the rope
of low self-confidence; other times, I cry
because I didn’t know or see my strength
my self-worth suffered. All that time, I thought
I was weak, and nothing good would ever
come out of being “a good woman,”
my uniqueness stands out.
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Thank god you realized your strength and worth! Huge smiles and hugs. Look at what inspiration you gift!
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Thank you. Hugs.
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Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie.
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Like that part about “how close I hung to the end of the rope..” so true of many of us.
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I liked it. it says how much strength is hidden in us
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