The Healing Journey - 2023
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Today is December 3rd, 2022 and I am deciding to share my story with you all. This isn't really a "story," it's just my progress documented on an app.
A "glow up" is considered "the complete transformation of a person's appearance for the better," but I think it extends way past just the physical. A full glow up to me also consists of mental change, spiritual change, social change. The way you treat yourself and the way you treat others. How you act. How you think.
I'll be sharing parts and pieces of my weeks with you. I've been through some pretty "traumatic" things. Parts of me doesn't even want to admit that it's trauma because I like to play it tough. Since you will never see my face or know my name; call me the pink panther. 🐆💘
welcome to my journey, let's heal together.
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