Being me has always come with ease. Now that doesn't mean I didn't go through all the angst that girls go through because I did. It may have helped that I don't have a twin and my siblings are several years younger than me, so I didn't have to compete to be me. But growing up amongst a lot of women, and there were a lot, is an interesting experience (my mom has a lot of sisters). One that I didn't realize was so interesting until I got older and talked with other friends and people I met. It shaped me in ways that I didn't realize. But today I realized that one of the benefits for me was how to be kind and how to love. Something I hope to pass on to my children. And for that, I'm thankful.
Love is the thing that makes you smile, knows when you need a hug, supports you when you need uplifting, is a calming force, an ally when needed, but more importantly a hand to hold in times good, bad, and otherwise. Love is not be feared. But we should fear never giving ourselves and truly loving.
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