perfectly imperfect…

San Ginnero-31i used to check in with everyone, unsure of everything, making sure I was likable and made a good impression…

last night a part of me died…

death to the old persona that cared what others thought…

death to the scared girl, afraid of everything

death to the girl who lied to be accepted…

death to the pretenses and bullshit…

I am who I am…

perfectly imperfect…

don’t try to have a conversation with the old me, she no longer exists…

Living Authentically.

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About Tacey

I'm a free-spirit... Reiki is my way of life... but I also love the 80's, music, art, travel, fashion, tarot, astrology, numerology, yoga, home stuff... and encouraging others. Blogging, photography, and baking bread are my creative outlets... Life isn't always easy for me... but I'm here...
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7 Responses to perfectly imperfect…

  1. McVeggy says:

    Wo all — the words AND the picture. great picture!

  2. Bubba says:

    Amazing. Sorry I didn’t see it sooner, but I’m catching up since Oct 2. Whoa a whole month went by. And that’s 7 months in dog years. 😉

  3. Sabine says:

    I love you Tacey! ❤
    Amazing!

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