We talk a lot about self-love and empowerment. But what we don’t talk about enough? All the versions of yourself you’ve already lived through. The ones that were quiet. The ones that were breaking. The ones that still deserve to be seen. Even if no one else noticed them. Even if you didn’t capture them at the time.
You’ve Lived Through Her
You’ve lived through the version of yourself who sat on the bathroom floor at 1AM whispering, “I can’t do this anymore,” and then got up the next morning and did it anyway.
You’ve lived through the one who packed a suitcase in silence. The one who stayed when no one expected her to. The one who left when no one understood why. The one who curled up in the shower and begged for the day to end. The one who put on mascara and made it through anyway.
You’ve Been So Many Things
You’ve been the one who kept it all from falling apart. The one who held it together for everyone else. The one who broke quietly and rebuilt herself from pieces no one saw drop. You’ve been soft. You’ve been sharp. You’ve been numb. You’ve felt everything too deeply. You’ve smiled when it hurt. You’ve gone silent when it didn’t feel safe to speak. You’ve told the truth even when it changed everything.
Maybe you’ve been wildly in love. Maybe you’ve sworn it off entirely. Maybe you’ve planned a wedding. Or walked away from one. Or never wanted one at all. Maybe you’ve built something from nothing… a career, a home, a new life. Maybe you’ve nurtured people. Or created boundaries. Or cut ties to survive. You’ve asked for help. Or held it in because you didn’t feel like you could.
You’ve rewritten yourself so many times, you stopped keeping count.
Some Versions of You Were Never Captured
Some versions of yourself? You tried to forget. Others, you held on to too tightly. And some passed so fast, you didn’t realize how much they meant until they were already gone. Maybe no one saw her. Maybe she didn’t get a photo, or a celebration, or even a name.
But babe? She still mattered.
You Deserved to Keep Her
She didn’t need to be captured for likes. Or for proof. She just needed to be honored. The one who broke the cycle. The one who started over. The one who was grieving, healing, and quietly trying her best.
Even the version who didn’t recognize herself anymore — she still showed up.
Let Her Be Seen
Self-love doesn’t always look the way we’re told it should. Sometimes it’s not loud. Sometimes it’s not soft. Sometimes it’s just whispering “thank you” to the version of you who made it through.
Let her be seen. Not the curated version. Not the palatable one. Just you. Raw. Becoming. Worthy.
