I feel seen and respected
when I try my best
and lead with compassion.
Not when I’m perfect.
Not when I follow every rule.
But when I keep going—
even when misunderstood.
When I listen,
even when I don’t agree.
When I soften,
even when the world feels sharp.
This is how I honour myself.
This is how I become the kind of person
I would trust
to hold my heart gently.
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