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may my body be steady, may it carry me where i need to go. may strength and rest find me in equal measure. may i not take breath, heartbeat, or movement for granted.
teach me to be tender with myself, as i would be with a frightened child. let me not be cruel in my own thoughts. may i measure beauty by gentleness, not by mirrors.
may my face reflect peace more than vanity. may health show itself in clear eyes, in laughter, in the way i rise each morning. let beauty be something lived, not painted on.
let me not curse what carries me. may i treat it as a companion, not an enemy. may i remember that even scars and aches are proof of survival.
grant me discipline without harshness. may my small rituals — washing, brushing, softening, tending — be acts of love, not obligation. let me see beauty in consistency.
may i not envy what shines in another. instead, may i bless it, honor it, celebrate it. let me learn that someone else’s light does not diminish mine.