Some of my greatest powers and strengths come in the form of knowing my own limitations and thus knowing when to ask for help.
It comes after constant inward battles of inadequacy. It comes with the ever nagging thoughts of who will judge me. It comes rejection after rejection due to expectations that one sees, knows, understands, and will respect me as I am.
My strength is in my heart, but it is not physical. It's in my love but not the word, the action.
My strength comes when I forgive others who have wronged me - be it real or perceived.
My strength comes in the acknowledgement of the perfectly imperfect thorns in my flesh. The anger, hatred, rage and self-destructive behaviors that seemingly rise with the thought of conquering my mind by consuming my soul...drawing from it the love that is mine to both give and receive.
My strength is in my stance, in my eyes, in my walk, in my belly.
My greatest strength took longest to cultivate - the ability to forgive myself, move beyond my fears, and love myself deeply.