Yesterday, I bought a plate in a thrift shop and chipped it as I was washing it for the first time. I was so angry at myself. So ashamed of my inability to have a proper clasp on a slippery thing. And I had wished that I had broken it entirely, so I wouldn't have to face it over and over.
Today, I remind myself, flawed things are still lovable. There is a freedom in allowing the flaws to be there. A freedom comes when you stop fighting them and hiding them in the back of your kitchen cabinets. There is a freedom in loving yourself through your imperfection. So it turns out that I am still lovable, even with fumbling slippery hands and a new, freshly chipped plate. Thank goodness. Because I need to be loved.
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