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Your authentic self

Can you ever feel safe when you are not known and validated? How can you allow yourself to be vulnerable when you are not allowed to let go of who you should be and instead embraced for who you are?

Being authentic is being brave enough to manifest externally what is on the inside. But this can only happen in a place where it is safe to do that, a place where that is celebrated, not judged. A place where you don't have to do and be someone else's version of "right".

When you're authentic, you're saying "This is who I am. Who is here for that?"


You will know you've found the space to be authentic where you feel alive, connected, free, spiritual, inspired. Don't alter yourself for the illusion of fitting in (which is not the same thing as belonging) - it only ends in heartbreak. You can and should and will be loved for all that you are by those whose souls match yours, without artifice or deceit.

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