Too Full To Hide ✨

Now that I trust myself—everything else flows differently.

There was a time I didn’t know how to let people in.
Even the people who loved me.
Even the ones I loved back.

I didn’t know how to trust what I couldn’t control,
so I held everything close.
My feelings. My dreams. My truth.

Not because I was guarded,
but because I was surviving.

But lately, something’s changed.
And it didn’t happen all at once—
it happened quietly,
as I started trusting myself more than my fears.

I’m More Open Now—But Not Reckless

I don’t share everything with everyone.
But I no longer hide myself in plain sight.
I speak about what I’ve lived through.
I let people love me with fewer conditions.
I let myself be seen.

Because hiding didn’t protect me the way I thought it would.
It just delayed the healing.
And now that I’ve created safety within myself,
I can offer that safety to others too.

Slow Progress Looks Good on Me

I’ve always known how to lose weight fast.
Change my body quickly.
Get it done, check it off.

But I’m not in a rush this time.
This time it’s about rhythm, not results.
It’s daily walks.
It’s music in my ears while I stretch.
It’s being proud of my effort before the outcome.

This is the most sustainable I’ve ever been.
Because it’s no longer about changing how I look—
it’s about honoring how I live.

I’m Letting Love In Again

Being loved when I was in survival mode felt overwhelming.
I couldn’t hold it.
Couldn’t return it fully.
Couldn’t feel it all the way.

But something happens when your nervous system calms.
When your home is quiet.
When your spirit is grounded.

Love starts to feel less like a question
and more like a rhythm you can join.
I’m not scared of being seen anymore.
I want to share my life.

I’m Not Hiding in My Relationships Anymore

Not romantic ones. Not platonic ones. Not even professional ones.
I used to shrink to make people comfortable.
Downplay my talents.
Quiet my boundaries.
Soften my success.

But now I lead with honesty.
With ease.
With a little perfume in the morning and a lot more joy at night.

The Version of Me That’s Living

I dance with my son.
I listen to music even when I’m not sad.
I name my emotions out loud.
I hold space for them—without judgment.

I don’t just talk about healing anymore.
I live like someone who’s done the work.
And is still doing it—without shame.

Because God has been too good.
And life is finally feeling light again.
Not because everything is perfect.
But because I stopped hiding what’s already whole.

Girl, Finally

This version of me is too full to hide.
Too rooted to shrink.
Too free to pretend.

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Girl, finally—I’m not becoming her. I already am.