When I was growing up, and even as I approached my twenties, my concept of self-love was defined by everything external. It was defined...
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When you frequently delve into the vast world of blogging, it's not uncommon to every so often stumble upon a post that profoundly ...
Grab a cuppa, let's catch up. As I write this, it's Monday. It's Monday and I'm feeling good. It's the start of a ...
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"Growing up" is weird. When I was little, I used to look up at all of the adults that surrounded me and pondered about the day...
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