The version of me who survived everything—who is she?

 

She is the girl who once craved validation, mistaking attention for love. She tried to fit in, thinking that was the only way to feel seen. But now, I look back at her with nothing but love.

She wasn’t weak—she was pure.
She believed kindness would be mirrored, and that love meant sacrifice.
She stayed quiet through disrespect, just to feel wanted.

But that girl?
She walked through fire and came out gold.

She taught me everything I know today.
She’s why I have boundaries.
She’s why I now speak up.
She’s the reason I chose healing over bitterness, growth over comfort, purpose over popularity.

I’ve evolved into a woman who no longer places her worth in the hands of others. A woman who understands:
If it made me wiser, it wasn’t a loss.

That girl still lives within me. But now she’s safe.
She’s no longer begging to be loved—she’s busy becoming the love.

And until I find my soul tribe, I’ll sit alone with peace, rather than shrink to be accepted.

Because this version of me?
She isn’t looking to fit in anymore.
She was born to stand out—and light the way for others to do the same.