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Embracing Imperfections ❤️

Eᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ Iᴍᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, Eᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ Mʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ✨
When we embrace our imperfections, we’re embracing being human🥰

My dark side- is my Sᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ, and my timid nature, I’ve had people in my life giving me flack for being so sensitive, and often I’m self-conscious that I’ll come off as weak or unable to handle what obstacles come my way. That’s why I consider sensitivity my “dark side.”🙈. 

I've heard people saying "Don’t be sensitive” or “You’re being too sensitive”

But, I’m learning to be proud of my SENSITIVE NATURE✨ After all, good things don’t have to be perfect. And now I know that our worsts parts are also some of our best parts❤️

A key to embracing my dark side was Knowing that every dark side has a light side. When I accepted the traits I did'nt love, that’s when that light side can shine through⭐

Every aspect of ourselves has a gift 🎁

Being sensitive means that I’m empathetic to friends who are having a hard time and need advice🌸. 

I make it my #1 priority to support the people who need me at any point of time✨

Being sensitive makes me a better creative writer, because I can imagine realistic characters and be sensitive to how they’d react in situations🙌

Basically, my sensitivity makes up some of my favorite parts of myself❤️ 

I harness my sensitivity everyday ✨

When I discovered that my sensitivity to harshly spoken words is not a weakness, or a chip on my shoulder, I blossomed like a rose.🌹. 

It turned out to be a blessing for me 😇

So, Let's embrace our dark sides 🙌
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