My strenghts?
Hmmm... If you had asked me a couple of years ago I'd probably meet your question with a frenetic head-shaking gesture and a unsure laughter while blushing from head to toe having no idea what to answer!
But, I've changed. Or developed. Or grown. Call it whatever you want. My point is that today I have an answer to your question. The frenetic shaking is gone, the laughter is replaced with a smile and I'm no longer blushing (just gaining nice and fresh roses on my cheek *lol* ). And I'm proud to tell you that yes, I do have strenghts. I have skills that I'm proud of. And I still have qualities I aspire to. I have reasons to be proud of who I am, and reasons for still trying to develop and grow.
I've used my hands as symbols of my strength. Earlier I used to look at my hands with shame and embarrassment. They where chubby and clumsy and far from elegant. I used to keep my hands in my pocket or clenched hard together. Today my hands are still chubby, but I've learned that at least they're not at all clumsy. In fact they manage to do so many different things! I can use them for creating art, for exploring life, for holding hands, touching, show love...
I used to look at myself with shame and embarrassment, but I have changed. Nope. The way I see myself has changed! Today I dare to let my strenght shine.
