My “ah-ha” moment was realizing that I wasn’t the person I was told I was by family growing up. I was typically misunderstood or projected upon through the lens of their wounds, and thought I must be what they think I am for them to treat me that way. I remember telling my oldest friend (known her since I was 15) that I’m not the same person I was back then - described the person my mom told me I was. She looked at me like I had 2 heads and told me that’s not at all what she remembered. That got me thinking… I have so many people who I’ve not seen since I was a child, that have sought me out on social media. Not because I was some selfish, self centered person, but because they remembered me as someone kind and would be interesting to reconnect and keep up with. When I began to see myself truly, that’s shifted my whole perspective on how I love and take care of myself. I do deserve happiness and love, and I no longer settle with my mouth shut to make others comfortable. Finally, I’ve stepped into my authenticity out in the open - no longer hiding - and it feels damn good! 🥰