Becoming...

Hi, my love.

Come with me to the grave of the girl I used to be.

You know, the one who was soft-spoken, molded by fear? Yeah, her. Always measuring her words, never daring to reveal her true heart.

I think about her a lot, and how she lived for others, like a mirror reflecting their light. Meanwhile, her own reflection faded into the background. She was so afraid of not fitting in, of being rejected. Can you relate?

I've been doing some reflecting, and I realize I've outgrown her. I've learned so much, and I'm still unlearning all the things that held her back. Like, have you ever felt scared of silence, terrified of blame? Yeah, me too.

But here's the thing: I'm still unraveling the strings that controlled her soul. I'm still learning to say "no" without shame, to walk away from the weight of expectations. It's a process, you know?

The girl I used to be isn't truly gone – she sleeps beneath the ground I tread upon. And though her ghost still whispers in my ear, I'm no longer bound by her fear. I'm learning to take the lead, to be the woman I'm meant to be.

Want to come with me to the grave of who I was? Not to mourn, but to honor her cause. For even in her trembling, she planted the seed of the woman I'm becoming.

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I’ll do better next week, I promise.❤️