You are not a single self, but a mosaic of moments, a thousand reflections held in one frame.

Some versions of you were built for survival. Some were soft, some sharp, some still learning.

Some you’ve outgrown.
Some are just now surfacing.

Each person who knows you
holds a different version of you in their mind.

It’s madness to try to manage them all.

Because the only version that truly matters, is the one you hold within.

You don’t have to choose just one.
You don’t need to banish the ones that hurt.

For all of them are but facets in the prism that creates the rainbow of you. 

Complete.
Worthy of love.
Beautiful.

You are not fractured.
You are simply many reflections in one.

All of them are you. All of them belong.