Embracing Self-Acceptance on a Coastal Path

It’s remarkable how time reshapes us. Five years ago, I would have only posted photos where I looked “good, hot, cute—whatever,” as if that image was the sum of my worth. But now, standing here in a place of deep self-acceptance, love, and wisdom, I can share a moment in a poncho that looks like a trash bag and think, “What a great day that was. God, I’m alive. Those flowers are beautiful. Why did I forget to share these?” I don’t care if anyone thinks I look good because I feel damn good just being me, comfortable in my own skin, even on my worst days. This week was hard. I felt everything. And maybe that’s the point. We’re here to feel, to learn, to grow, to look back, to create, and to keep choosing to begin again, just as nature does with every season. This was a good day, in a magical place. I was raw, alive, unfiltered, unbothered- as me as could be. That’s what’s worth sharing—the humanity in it all.