Those raw places, the flaws you call weaknesses, are where I see your beautiful, where your resilience and bravery live. They have no voice to scream to the world, "I am strong." Instead, they whisper to me, "I am human, and I am afraid, but I will thrive." They beckon me to love you as you grow. They draw me in to witness your worth, your dreams, your world. They humble me. Your greatest gift to me is your vulnerability.