When I look at the picture of this old, twisted tree, I think of my true self. I am full of personality, unique quirks and knots, just like this tree. And because of those quirks and knots, I am utterly beautiful. I am no longer ashamed of these bits of myself, but instead, I honor them, for they are the bits that make me into who I am.
I've been afraid to let these bits show, but I'm not as scared as I once was. I can feel them emerging, slowly, like a butterfly gently easing out of its cocoon.