We all carry this image of ourselves in our heads It’s a picture built from years of our own thoughts, our doubts, and the occasional critical voice from the outside world as we think we know exactly who we are, the shape of our own story. But sometimes life gives you a gift It’s not a wrapped present but a moment a person, few simple words that act like a mirror held up by someone else’s hand. And in that reflection you see a person you barely recognize yet one you realize has been there all along.
I had a moment like that recently It was a simple interaction really Nothing earth-shattering, But someone reflected a version of me back at myself that was kinder stronger and more full of light than the one I usually see.
It’s a strange feeling It’s like you’ve been looking at a black-and-white sketch of yourself your whole life and someone suddenly hands you a full-color portrait with The features the same but the depth the warmth the life in it is entirely new. That moment stuck with me It made me wonder how often we get it wrong about ourselves How often we focus on the cracks and completely miss the beautiful pattern they make, We listen to the inner critic that points out every flaw and we tune out the quieter gentler voices that see our worth.
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