- Growth isn’t about perfection or rushing, it’s about gently discovering and becoming the woman you’re meant to be.
- It's weird to feel nothing and everything all at once. But growth is like that.
Somewhere between the girl I used to be and the woman I’m becoming, I’ve started documenting the unglamorous magic of growing up. It’s often messy, inconvenient, and filled with uncomfortable truths.
Yet, there’s beauty in this process. I’m not writing from a mountaintop; I’m in the blurry, chaotic middle where healing isn’t linear, but self-respect begins to take root.
You outgrow people you once begged to love you and slowly realize that the love you sought was your own. This isn’t a guide; it’s a heartfelt letter to anyone fumbling through their twenties with a little lip gloss and a lot of grace.
This piece isn’t meant to evoke pity. It’s a space for truth-telling. I’m in a season of becoming, and it’s not romantic. It’s messy. Healing involves looking in the mirror and accepting that I had my own growing to do, recognizing times I wasn’t kind or patient, or loved others in ways I hadn’t yet learned to love myself.
Yes, I sometimes miss people who aren’t good for me. I revisit past conversations, not to go back, but out of curiosity about who I was when I loved them.
It’s strange to feel both nothing and everything at once. Growth is like that. One day you’re crying over someone, the next you’re planning your soft life era.
One moment, you’re blocking toxic numbers and listening to worship music; the next, you’re texting your best friend about birthday plans. We can be contradictions, and that’s okay.
This phase is about learning to prioritize yourself, even when it’s difficult. It’s about holding your own hand, setting boundaries, and recognizing that some people are better left in the past.
It’s dreaming again—wishing to start businesses and create content that resonates. It’s weeping without shame, dressing like you’re browsing Pinterest, and taking breaks without needing to explain. And we’re not alone in this.
Many girls are trying. Girls with strength and softness, who once settled but are now choosing themselves. Girls like me, and maybe you, who are healing both loudly and quietly.
We aren’t perfect. We’re practicing self-respect, healthy love, and resting without guilt. Some days, that looks like walking away; other days, it’s laughing with friends, journaling through confusion, or forgiving the version of yourself that didn’t know better.
I’ve stopped searching for love that confuses me. I want peace that affirms my worth. I’m tired of being okay for others; I want to be genuinely okay.
The biggest lesson I’ve learned is that you don’t have to harden yourself to show growth. You can still be soft and evolving, still giggling at memes and crying over small things, still seeking love that feels like home.
You can outgrow people without resentment. You can reflect on your past self with compassion instead of shame.
It’s not about having everything figured out; it’s about pausing when something feels off. It’s about recognizing when you shrink yourself to be liked or when old patterns disturb your peace.
It’s about seizing those moments and making different choices, even if they’re small. I hope you don’t rush this process. Give yourself grace.
Because becoming isn’t about fixing yourself; it’s about finally getting to know the healed, strong, and powerful girl you are becoming.
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