Nobody else really knows the stories we face every day, the stories we shed, and leave behind, the new stories we dare to live our days trying to create for ourselves and our babies. The ghosts we have to shake off time and time again. That’s why you’ve got to love yourself, darling.
Because only you can ever really know just how brave you are, only you know what you have to face every day, what you have to wade through in order to have the sun kiss your brow as you make yourself walk up that hill- again and again.
So stop giving yourself a hard time. You are made of what all heroes are made of.