Becoming Who you’ve always Wanted to be
Being shy brung me nothing but regret.
I was always so scared to be perceived. Despite this I’d managed to do some bold things. What girl do you know that shaved the sides of her head in school? I’m not tooting my own horn about how cool I was. Trust me, I was not.😂
But I mentioned it because I didn’t know that I was already bold and I wish I’d had someone to nurture that more.
But as the eldest daughter I was always told to take up less space, fix my tone, and stay in my place. But I didn’t know what my place was.
“Who do you think you are? YOU ARE NOBODY!” my parents let me know.
“You have friends? People like you?” I truly internalized these statements unintentionally.
I had to do some growing up before my inner child could be nurtured, I had to grow up before I could become soft again as my innocence was stolen from me early on by my own brother. I was shamed for it by my own family.😕
Everyone was quick to put a title on me, they said I was mean. Sure I could be but I was truly misunderstood, and I was hurting. People meant to protect me kept hurting me, and I was left without the tools to recover. Of course I was angry but that wasn’t all I was.
what about the poet, the silly girl who liked to dance, the girl who cried when she was misunderstood, the girl who was always perceived negatively but just needed a shoulder to cry on.🥲
Something clicked for me at random one day. 🤔A simple thought, but a powerful one.
“I’m the author and of my life, I control the traffic around here!”. I realized I was grown as fuck and I won’t waste another day in regret.
I realized I could free myself from the appeasement of my mother and father. I could free myself from the fear of being perceived. And I just started living‼️
🎤I performed at an open mic night and I made the whole room laugh with a poem about being MUSTY. A truer story mind you.
🫶🏾I could have never done this without stepping into the woman I’m becoming. Doing this is easier than you may think, you have the power my friend.
#unapologeticallyyourself #vulnerablesoul #beboldcreativebeyou
Growing into the person you’ve always wanted to be is an incredibly personal journey, and it often requires breaking free from limiting beliefs instilled during childhood. Like many, I once struggled with the fear of being judged or perceived negatively, which held me back from expressing my boldest self. What truly helped me was realizing that the narrative others set for me did not define who I was. One powerful way to start this transformation is by reminding yourself daily that you are the author of your own story. This mindset shift allows you to regain control over your life and decisions instead of living under others’ expectations or harsh judgments. It’s not always easy, especially when past trauma or family dynamics add layers of pain. Yet, nurturing your inner child and acknowledging your strength can be incredibly healing. Creative expression can play a vital role in this healing process. Whether it’s writing poetry, performing, or pursuing any passion that allows you to share your truth, these outlets can cultivate confidence and authenticity. For instance, participating in open mic nights or other safe public platforms to showcase your unique self can be a transformative experience. It sends a message to yourself that your voice matters and can inspire others to do the same. Additionally, building a supportive community—people who uplift rather than criticize—can provide much-needed encouragement. Often, we underestimate the power of connection and find strength in knowing others have faced similar challenges. Embracing vulnerability in such spaces not only fosters growth but also reaffirms that you are not alone. In the end, becoming who you’ve always wanted to be means continuously choosing to live unapologetically, embracing flaws and all. It’s a courageous act that requires patience and self-compassion. But when you start living authentically, you discover an empowering freedom—one that transforms regret into joy and fear into boldness.
