I grew up and out of what to you may seem a somewhat peculiar, tumultuous and difficult childhood, where I met many times with experiences that bruised my soul.

Of course I had an ideal world in mind, but that world clashed hopelessly and irreconcilably with the reality of my life. As humbling as this all was, I don’t know why it works like this, friend. But it seems that we only learn to fly once we stop fearing falling; we only realize the value of our own heart once we have had it broken. Still, the recurring principle is this; no matter what we go through, we rise. And yes, at some point we stop surviving and start soaring, we start to realize that through our veins flows the blood of a warrior.

It is at that very moment, the moment when we love ourselves that this world becomes beautiful again. It is at that very moment we finally feel that we belong. 🙏🏾❤

©️Beatriz Esmer