I'm Broken BUT Beautiful!

There’s a phrase I used to whisper to myself on hard days. Days when the world felt too loud, and my heart felt too cracked to carry on.

“I’m broken.”

But I never finished the sentence.

I stopped short, as if brokenness disqualified me from anything else—love, hope, success, joy.

But here’s what I’ve come to learn, love: I am broken… and I am beautiful.

Not in spite of the cracks, but because of them.

Because the truth is, life will leave marks. 

And somehow… you’re still here.

You kept showing up. Even when your soul whispered, “I am hurting!” Even when your heart said, “No one sees me.” You kept going.

That’s not weakness. That’s not failure. That’s not shame.

That’s beauty. That's real! 

Not the airbrushed, magazine kind. I’m talking the kind of beauty that rises from the ashes. The kind that holds grief and grace in the same hands. The kind that shows up messy, tear-streaked, but still standing.

I know what it feels like to look in the mirror and not recognize who you are anymore.

But what if that reflection isn’t the end of your story—what if it’s just the middle? Like in a podcast episode with Rebecca Galli, her dad always said, "Don't judge me in the middle of my act. (or at all)...But...

Because being broken doesn’t mean you’re beyond repair.

It means you’ve lived.

You’ve dared to love, dared to dream, dared to lose, dared to start again. Every crack in you tells a story of a battle you survived, a fire you walked through, a heartbreak you got back up from.

So no more hiding your scars like shameful secrets. They are not proof that you’re damaged. They are proof that you’re human. Proof that you’ve loved deeply, grieved bravely, and lived authentically.

Let the world see your pieces—and watch how your vulnerability gives someone else the courage to heal.

Say it with me now:

I’m broken.
And I’m beautiful.
And I’m still becoming.

And that, my friend, is more than enough.

The broken pieces where the light shines through can be the MOST beautiful parts of who we are!

Let those parts shine!!! Be proud of those cracks! Love those cracks and the hope that forced its way through. 

We've made it to today and you can make it to tomorrow! We got this! Broken and Beautiful. 

(I wrote this after listening to Kelly Clarkson's song I am Broken but I'm Beautiful from the movie Ugly Dolls)