

There was a time I tried to earn love — to prove I was enough, to be the “good one,” to stay silent when it hurt.
And then one day… I chose self-love instead. I embraced the doubts, the softness, the imperfections. And something shifted. The world didn’t suddenly become perfect — but I stopped fighting with who I was.
Self-love isn’t selfish. It’s gentle. It’s care. It’s the choice to no longer leave yourself last in line.
And honestly, that’s where everything else begins.
🌿💫