I’ve lost parts of myself, only to realize it wasn’t the taste of security I was letting go of but the taste of insecurity. The foul smells and coloring of detrimental choices that stained the fabrics of my linens began to wash away in the release of a few strings. I began to sew in New etchings and borders that fit the life I wanted to see on the quilt of my journey. Some spots were stained so deeply it took the help of others to release the color. Now I stand boldly in my colorful linens having saved the remnants of myself that I love dearly and showcasing all that I have learned along the way.

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