I wish we’d live in freedom.
I wish we’d stop second-guessing ourselves and wondering if we’re getting “it” right.
I wish we’d embrace our imperfections.
I wish we’d stop thinking, “Just a few more pounds, then I’ll be pretty.”
I wish we’d let go of the fear we’re not enough.
I wish we’d stop accepting the mold of what society thinks a woman should be or do.
I wish we’d trash the lies that whisper, “You just need to do a little more.”
I wish we’d stop judging the woman next to us.
I wish we’d stop pretending we have it altogether.
And I wish we’d give others the freedom to do the same.
I wish for a willingness to be seen without the protective coating.
I wish for arms thrown wide and hearts ready to be spilt.
I wish for women to be free to be themselves.
I wish for grace to cover our imperfections.
I wish for the humility to extend community and grace to others.
What do you wish?