At times I hide behind a mask, disguising who I am and the frailties that I possess. But then the voice of my spirit emerges and reminds me that we all fall short of perfection. And that those who appear perfect are wearing a mask as well. So, instead of hiding, I am prompted to embrace my imperfections with love. and with this inner shift of self acceptance, a radiance shines forth surpassing any physical adornment I could ever possibly hide behind.
by Rita Loyd