WHEN A WOMAN FINALLY CHOOSES HERSELF.... I'm realising that I've spent years shrinking myself so other people could stay comfortable. Holding my breath so they could breathe. Carrying weight that was never mine to carry. But something in me is changing now. I'm no longer apologising for taking up space, for wanting more, for outgrowing versions of myself that survival forced me to be. This season is personal. I'm choosing peace over pleasing, alignment over approval, and the woman I'm becoming over the woman others preferred me to be. Because I finally understand: Choosing myself isn't selfish it's how I rise.