Be honest — how many mornings have you stood in front of the mirror picking yourself apart? You notice the lines, the stretch marks, the curve of your stomach. You see tired eyes, messy hair, and the reflection of a woman who feels like she’s constantly falling short. And somewhere in the back of your mind, you whisper, “What happened to me?” But here’s the thing — the mirror doesn’t tell the truth. It only shows the surface. It doesn’t see the strength it took to keep going

When did we start saying “sorry” for everything? “Sorry my house is a mess.” “Sorry I look like this.” “Sorry I’m taking too long.”“ Sorry for bothering you.” It’s wild how automatic it’s become — like existing is something we need permission for. But here’s the truth: you don’t owe anyone an apology for being human. You don’t need to shrink yourself to be palatable. You don’t need to dull your shine so someone else feels more comfortable. You’ve been saying “sorry” for so l

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