"One day," said Pooh softly, looking into the mirror, "I decided to stop wishing I was someone braver, cleverer, or thinner... and just be grateful for being me."
He tilted his head, studying the bear staring back at him — a bear who had made mistakes, who had eaten too much honey, who sometimes got lost in the woods of worry, but always found his way back with kindness.
"You’ve carried me through every storm," he whispered to his reflection. "You’ve kept believing even when I doubted. And that makes you rather wonderful, doesn’t it?"
The bear in the mirror smiled. Pooh smiled back. And for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel like he needed to change a thing.
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