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But is not your enemy. It is your frightened child in a fancy dress. It needs not starvation, but gentle discipline—and the radical, terrifying, beautiful act of being enough before the world agrees.
“You are not a stone. You are water. And water doesn’t need to be praised to flow.” missy stone little missy ego
Her niece, age four, was stacking blocks. Every time the tower fell, the girl giggled and said, “Again!” No shame. No “I’m a failure.” No comparison to her brother’s taller tower. But is not your enemy
Missy Stone realized: Little Missy Ego is not my protector. It is my prison. but gentle discipline—and the radical
The world did not end. But inside Missy Stone, something cracked.
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