Dear Self,
Look at you.
Standing in the centre of your own room.
Wearing red. Laughing with your whole face.
Being too much on purpose.
There were years you tried to shrink β
your voice, your body, your grief, your joy.
You tried being palatable.
You tried playing nice.
You tried disappearing behind versions of yourself that were easier to love.
But here you are now. Unapologetic. Electric. Whole.
So today, I vow:
I will no longer make you earn rest, delight, or softness.
You are allowed to feel good without guilt.
I will not abandon you for the comfort of others.
Your truth deserves volume β even when it makes the room uncomfortable.
I will celebrate your contradictions.
You can be sacred and silly. Tender and sharp. Brave and afraid β all at once.
I promise to stop waiting until you feel βreadyβ to love you.
This version of you β lipstick on, or crying in bed β is worthy.
I promise to let joy live in your body without shame.
You are allowed to sparkle. You are allowed to want.
This vow is a reminder:
You are not too much.
You are just right.
With full-hearted defiance,
Me

