N8tivegirl

Becoming Honest

There comes a moment when you finally make up your mind to stop pretending you’re okay—when you know deep down that you’re not.

It’s the moment you give yourself permission to fall, trusting that you’ll be okay when you land.

There is a quiet comfort in being transparent with yourself.

In standing still long enough to face the person in the mirror—without filters, without lighting, without excuses.

It’s learning to be naked and unafraid of what you see.

Honesty looks like accepting yourself as you are, not as who you think you should be by now.

It’s believing you are enough—before approval, before applause, before affirmation.

It’s the moment you stop searching for validation in people, titles, or accomplishments, and you realize your worth was never tied to what you have—but to who you are.

And more importantly, whose you are.

There is comfort in knowing this.

Comfort in no longer performing.

Comfort in no longer proving.

Comfort in finally telling yourself the truth—and letting that truth heal you.

I am becoming honest.

Still becoming.