🌸 The Art of Being Seen Again

There’s a quiet magic in being seen —

not for who you were,

but for who you’re still becoming.

Love, when it’s real, doesn’t ask you to stay the same.

It looks at you — soft, curious, patient —

and says, I see you changing, and I still choose you.

There was a time I hid pieces of myself,

unsure if they were too much,

too messy, too different from who I used to be.

But love made room for those pieces too —

the ones still finding their place,

the ones learning how to breathe.

There’s something sacred about that kind of seeing —

not the gaze that admires,

but the one that understands.

🕯 To be seen without shrinking —

that’s where healing begins.