I love finding driftwood. It reminds me how life washes over me, smoothing the rough edges. It changes me and forms different patterns. What I was years ago is not what I am today. If I go with the flow, stop resisting, ride the waves, enduring some bumps along the way, someone will find me and think, "how beautiful is she!" Until then, when I look in the mirror, I see my beauty and I am loved.
