There was a time I bent myself into versions I thought people would acceptā¦
Softer.
Quieter.
Easier to agree with.
I told myself it was just ābeing understanding.
āBut really, I was afraidāafraid that if I showed up fully as me, it would be too much⦠or not enough.
And the truth?
It was exhausting.
The moment things started to shift was when I realized:
People were already having opinions about me⦠even when I was shrinking.
So I started choosing honesty over approval.
Little by little.
Conversation by conversation.
Not everyone liked it.
But I liked me more.
And that changed everything.
Have you ever felt this way?