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The One Who Sees Me

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The One Who Sees Me

I used to shape-shift—a

version of me for each person I loved.

A softer me for him.

A sharper me for them.

A silent me for the ones who never really saw me.

I bent myself in a thousand directions,

trying to be okay in their eyes.

Loved. Liked.

Approved of.

But never truly known.

I never questioned my worth at work—

there, I was clear, creative, and strong.

But with those I loved—

my heart became a hall of mirrors.

Then I let it go.

The chase.

The performance.

The mask.

I came home to one voice—my own.

Am I living in love?

Am I navigating in truth?

Am I rooted in kindness and sovereignty?

That’s all that matters now.

Some will judge.

Some will celebrate.

Some will misunderstand.

But I no longer flinch.

Because I see me.

And that seeing is enough.

Where in your life have you shape-shifted to gain approval or avoid judgment? What parts of yourself were you hiding?
How have others’ opinions influenced your choices, emotions, or sense of self-worth?
What would it feel like to be deeply rooted in your own opinion of yourself? What would shift if you trusted your self-knowing more than external validation?
What does self-sovereignty mean to you today?

Light a candle and sit in front of a mirror.

Gaze into your own eyes and whisper:“The only opinion that matters is the one that comes from love.”

Then write about the places where you’ve allowed others’ views to hold power over your choices.

Name the parts of yourself you're reclaiming.

Let this be a declaration of freedom.