I was six years old. I sat backstage after my dance recital number, wearing my tap shoes and pink polka-dotted outfit, my hair in a bun and the taste of my mom’s Esteé Lauder lipstick in my mouth.
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I was six years old. I sat backstage after my dance recital number, wearing my tap shoes and pink polka-dotted outfit, my hair in a bun and the taste of my mom’s Esteé Lauder lipstick in my mouth.
You are enough. You have always been enough. The space you require is not too much, and if you haven’t heard, the universe is infinite.