Your circle is supposed to be proud, not jealous. If your circle is not encouraging you're in the wrong circle, Sis.đź’Żđź§
Someday, it will all make sense In Shaa ALLAH AAMEEN 🤲🏼🪄
A letter to the woman I want to be:💌👸🏻
Brave, unapologetically you, and happy. That’s how I see you. And I can’t wait to be you.
I can’t wait for the day I get to sit and have coffee with you while we think back on the days I never thought I could get through, and say: see, you did it.
I can’t wait for the day we think back on the people I thought I could never live without, the places I thought I could never leave, and the self-betraying, unconditional kindness I thought I could never be myself without. And you’ll say to me: see, you did it.
I can’t wait for the day we look at all the past versions of me: little me. Hurt me. Aching-for-love me. Aching-to-be-seen me. People-pleasing me. Wanting-to-heal me. Healing me. Self-abandoning me. Lonely me. Wanting-to-be-strong me. And all the other “me”s. I can’t wait for the day we look back on all of them and say: see, you made it.
Courage. Courage is all it takes. Courage is all it took for me to get here. And courage is what it will take for me to get to you. And it’s not to say I’m weak. It’s, maybe, to say: I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what it would mean for me to want to be you. I’m afraid I’ll fail at becoming you. Because in my eyes you are the strongest, most fierce person I’ll ever know. You are the most authentic person I’ll ever know. And I’m afraid I might fall short of being you.
But more than my fear, I’m excited. I’m so, so excited at the thought of being you. At the honour of knowing I’ve become you.
I can’t wait to be you.
I already see glimpses of you pulling me toward you, saying: you don’t belong there. Come here. Here, you are free, unapologetically you, and happy.
And I can’t wait to be you.
I see you extending your hand out for me. Right
