Because this is the thing to remember, to treasure, to carry with you like a small light in your pocket that you can pull out whenever the darkness rises and begins to obscure your path: you are beautiful. We all are beautiful.
Posts by Lisbeth
What will it take? An unexpected lump? A sudden layoff from a job you hated but tolerated for the money? The lingering, heartbreaking, soul-busting illness of your child or a parent?