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Anahata

Just as my belly carries the marks of the life that once grew within it, my heart carries golden scars from all the love I have given.

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For years, I poured from an overflowing cup, sometimes forgetting that I, too, deserved to be nourished. As my belly bears the stretch marks of the life that once grew within it, so my heart bears golden marks from a lifetime of giving too much.

Yet they are not wounds. They are my Kintsugi — the places where love broke me open and wisdom filled the cracks with gold. Like veins of gold, they tell the story of a heart that dared to love, to care, to give, and to grow.

They are not signs of what was lost, but of what was lived. Every mark carries a lesson, every crack a remembrance, every golden line a testament to resilience, compassion, and grace.

And now, as I learn my own worth, those golden lines remind me that receiving love is as sacred as giving it. My heart remains open, not because it has never been hurt, but because it has learned that true strength is found in love balanced with self-honor.

The gold within the cracks is not there to hide the past. It is there to illuminate it. To show that what once felt broken became beautiful, and what once felt like loss became wisdom.

These golden scars are not the story of my suffering.

They are the story of my becoming.

Syel’Ma Vey Na’Tuh 💜♾️💜

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