She had to face herself.
She could no longer hide, no longer run.
Nothing could save her but herself.
She was the answer. She was always the answer.
She had to stop running from who she use to be and face who she was, so she could become who she was destined to be.
She had to scrub away the shame, the guilt, and the fear and face the mercy, the favor and the strength that lived inside of her.
She had to strip away her material facade and for the first time see herself, her scars, her beauty, her worth.
And own it. All of it.
And in that moment when she saw herself, I saw her.
I saw myself
I saw love.