When I was young, some family members called me “fearless.”

I leapt with faith that I would always land softly.

What happened to that fearless girl?

She comes out sometimes, when she has to get on stage. Vulnerability & bravery colliding.

I CAN do hard things. I CAN be fearless.

The bad self-talk will not prevent me from living and loving and being loved. I will not stand for anything less than what I am worth; and eventually I will trust that someone can actually fully & respectfully love me.

So there.

Xoxo,

Stef

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