She was never broken. She was becoming. Everything she thought was falling apart was simply making room. The flowers knew before she did.
I could say so much about what this piece represents, this is me and every woman in fear and hiding while cracking open and blooming, as we come to the reality that our light had always been within us, not outside.
She was never broken. She was becoming. Everything she thought was falling apart was simply making room. The flowers knew before she did.
I could say so much about what this piece represents, this is me and every woman in fear and hiding while cracking open and blooming, as we come to the reality that our light had always been within us, not outside.