I Choose Me

I am worthy. Of love. Of respect. Of joy. Of a life that feels good in my soul—not just one that looks good on the outside. I don’t need to justify this. I don’t need reasons. Simply being here is enough.

But life doesn’t always make it easy to hold on to that truth.

Especially as women, we’re taught to give endlessly, to smile through pain, and to dim our light so others don’t feel insecure. We carry everyone else’s weight and then blame ourselves when we collapse.

I’ve done that. I’ve explained myself one too many times. To friends. To family. To a society that seems determined to make me feel like I’m too much—or not enough.

I’ve been surrounded by people who claim to care but seem to thrive on cutting me down. People who see my confidence, my energy, my presence—and instead of celebrating it, try to chip away at it.

Maybe they’re intimidated. Maybe they’re envious. I don’t know. I no longer care.

Today, I stopped seeking permission to be whole. I take back my power. I choose myself—not from ego, but from love. Real unconditional love. The kind I’ve always given so freely to others, and now, finally, to me.

If you’re meant to walk this journey with me, you will. If not, go in peace. My heart holds no hatred.

I am here to live fully. Loudly. Unapologetically.

I am done shrinking.

if you feel this too, know you’re not alone. Let’s stop apologising for existing. Let’s start choosing ourselves—together.