I give up...

I give up…

I’m the youngest of eight and my mom was in a wheelchair since before I was born. Seems like I’ve spent my life struggling to be seen, to be enough. The youngest and a girl in a male dominated family and a time where men were very much in charge left me believing I wasn’t enough. I’ve always felt I needed to prove myself.

I was listening to a tape of when I was 7 years old and I can hear that I was loved, yet somewhere along the line my memory changed. It’s funny, isn’t it; how we do that? Not sure why but I do know that I give up trying to prove myself enough to be seen, to be appreciated. I choose instead to step into being who I am without apology. To be my perfectly imperfect self to the best of my ability and leave it there.

Are there old stories and beliefs that are ready to be released in your body? If so, I dare you to give yourself the gift of giving up.

Much love,

Jules ❤