Being an oak in a forest of firs is not easy.
You know from an early age that you are different.
It is not better or worse, being an oak. It just is.
Learning to accept this body as it is, finding the beauty in the oak leaves as well as the pine needles.
Learning to accept the different ways you respond to the seasons. Not better or worse; it just is.
Growing tall and proud and pushing your branches up to the sun, taking up space in the forest.
Give yourself permission to be you.
Love to all,