I found this shell on the beach today. Perfect in its flawed, worn and broken beauty. This shell isn’t looking in the mirror and wishing it were younger, less worn. It’s not regretting the tides that dragged it. It’s just itself, as it is. Enough. It’s been an interesting year for self-revelation. An exhausting one,Continue reading “Beauty in the Broken Shell: Self-Love, Self-Acceptance, and Late-Night Nachos”