In this moment.
In this life.
In this skin.
I was enough.
I had always been enough.
And finally, beautifully, I believed it.
I stood up and walked to the window.
The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of amber and rose.
And as I watched the light fade into dusk, I smiled.
Because I knew, deep in my bones, that I was exactly where I was meant to be.
Not at the end of my story.
But at the beginning of the best chapter yet.
The chapter where I chose myself.
And lived.
