When I think of grace not perfection I see a second chance. I see an opportunity to embrace all of who I am fully, without regret. I sit and reflect on the times that I had no idea who I truly was. There was a point it was uncomfortable for me to be my true self. There were days that my desire for perfection made pretending to be someone that I was not feel ideal. At some point, I realized that all that time I was masking my pain and scars. I was ignoring what I needed to do to properly heal. Wearing a false mask enabled my self-hatred for many years. Grace is a constant reminder that my refusal to meet my true self halfway all those years was the path that I needed to take to become whole. It was the pain and the triumph that taught me the true beauty of growth, self-acceptance and self-love. I stand tall, perfectly imperfect, but gracefully me.