I don’t need you to fix me.
I’m not damaged.
I’m not broken.
I’m not screwed up.
No… I’m darn perfect.
With all my crazy cracks, my missing pieces, my grazed failures…
They’re the joyous smash-up of human gorgeousness.
So don’t push me your self-help crap.
Don’t attempt to build my confidence and heal my wounds.
Just let me be. Let me love my imperfections.
And let me use that damaged-broken-screwed-up me to bounce high with joy.