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In today’s world, timelines feel louder than ever. Some people are getting married. Some are becoming parents. Some are buying homes. Some are traveling the world. Some are scaling businesses. Some are already living the life you envision for yourself. And when you look around, it’s easy to feel the quiet ache of “Am I falling behind?” Maybe you find yourself…
The ocean knows that waves have no identity, no name to carry, no past to hold, only the rhythm of endless motion, rising, falling, fierce yet cold. The waves do not ask where they began, nor where the shoreline waits to end – they dance to the whispers of the wind, letting go, with no need to pretend. Some waves are gentle,…
I still remember the first time I felt something was “different.” My skin was breaking out, my hair was falling, and my moods kept crashing. Everyone told me, “It’s just stress, it’s just weight, it’s just in your head.” But it wasn’t “just” anything. It was PCOS. For years, I carried it silently. The medicines, the…
There’s a little girl inside me. She’s always crying for help. Not because she’s weak, but because she’s confused. She doesn’t understand why her body doesn’t behave like everyone else’s. That little girl… is me. I was 17 when I first heard the words “Polycystic Ovary Syndrome.” I didn’t know what they meant, but I knew my life would…
There’s something undeniably fierce about being a woman with ambition. It’s not just about having dreams – it’s about having the audacity to pursue them, even when the world tries to tell you that you’re asking for too much. I’ve learned that ambition is not always celebrated. Sometimes, it’s met with resistance, rejection, judgment, or even…
There are chapters of my life that I rarely speak about – moments where the pain was so intense, so private, that even putting it into words felt impossible. I remember how many times I broke down into pieces – quietly, invisibly. I remember crying myself to sleep, overwhelmed by emotions I couldn’t explain. I remember…
Growing up, I faced bullying in ways a young heart should never have to. My weight, my looks, my body – they all became easy targets for judgment, jokes, and cruelty. At an age when I should have been discovering the world with wonder and innocence, I was instead learning to hate myself. I remember being just 14…
There’s a kind of beauty in the way some people love – quietly, deeply, and unconditionally. They don’t love in halves or hold back to protect themselves. They love like they were born to heal the world with their warmth. If you’ve ever met someone like that, or if you are someone like that, you…
“When a girl has been broken, when her heart has been cracked and her spirit has been tested, she carries a kind of love that is unlike anything else in the world. She has walked through the fire of pain, felt the weight of loneliness, and known what it’s like to feel invisible, unworthy, or…
A Heart That Cares Too Much, Hurts Too Much A gentle reminder for the over-givers, the feelers, the healers. There’s a kind of heart that doesn’t know how to love halfway. It shows up fully. It holds others’ pain as if it were its own. It gives – sometimes until there’s nothing left to give. If you have a heart…
