As a girl who lived a lot of her life in armor… ( IN HER WORDS...)
I’ve learned to crack the shell. Armor felt like protection, but it hurt too. It weighed me down. It bottled in my truth and my joy. Some of it chipped off easily and other parts took herculean effort.
Surprise! I’m not all the way there yet. I don’t know if I ever will be. But I enjoy the process as I get closer every day. 😉