For the girl who had to stay quiet to survive.
For the woman who now chooses to rise.
For the soul who carried pain that wasn't even hers to begin with.
This is your daily reset.
Your sacred remembering.
Your return to power.
To truth.
To divine wholeness.
It didn't start with you.
The shame.
The silence.
The need to be perfect.
You inherited it.
Through the bloodline.
The stories.
The unspoken rules.
From grandmothers who were silenced.
From mothers who couldn't protect themselves.
Let alone you.
From generations of women who were taught to be small.
To stay safe.
But you.
You are the one who says it ends here.
This is your prayer.
This is your rebellion.
Wrapped in softness.
This is the moment you break the chain.
I speak to the little girl inside of me.
The one who flinched when the yelling started.
The one who walked on eggshells.
The one who was told don't be dramatic.
Stop crying.
Why can't you be more like your sister?
You're too sensitive.
You're too loud.
You are too much.
I say to her now,
You are not too much.
You are not broken.
You are not invisible.
And you are not what happened to you.
You are a miracle who survived.
You are safe with me now.
I've got you.
I hear your voice trembling.
And I tell you,
Let it rise.
I see your body frozen in fear.
And I tell you,
Move,
Stretch,
Dance,
Release.
You are allowed to be exactly as you are.
I am no longer bound by the fear they lived with.
The fear that made them harsh.
The fear that made them cold.
The fear that made them abandon themselves and unknowingly abandon me.
I forgive what they could not give.
I grieve the love I didn't receive.
But I do not live there anymore.
Today,
I rise unapologetically,
Radically,
Truthfully,
Powerfully.
I am not here to make others comfortable by playing small.
I am here to lead,
To create,
To take up space,
To speak,
To heal,
To thrive.
I am allowed to be loud.
I am allowed to shine.
I am allowed to cry when I need to and not apologize for it.
I am allowed to dance whenever I feel like it.
I am allowed to laugh so hard I snort.
I am allowed to say no without feeling guilty.
I'm allowed to say yes to all my desires.
And I'm allowed to say I don't know and still be wise.
I am allowed to change my mind.
I am allowed to be human.
I no longer ask for permission.
I give it to myself.
I give permission to rest,
To stop proving,
To stop fixing everyone,
To stop being the one who holds it all together.
I give myself permission to start again,
To be new,
To be soft,
To be powerful and peaceful at the same time.
I am the cycle breaker.
I am the sacred fire.
I am the gentle warrior.
When the world told me to shrink,
I expanded.
When life handed me silence,
I wrote poetry with my pain.
When I was told to settle,
I soared.
And so,
With my hand on my heart,
I say,
I see myself.
I hear myself.
I love myself.
I am the love I longed for.
I am the mother my inner child needed.
I am the voice I once tried to silence.
I am the healing that echoes backward and forward through time.
Today,
I rise,
Not just for me,
But for every woman who couldn't.
For every girl still hiding.
For every ancestor waiting for this moment of liberation.
And so it is.
Take a breath.
Feel your roots.
And walk through this day knowing you are whole.
You are radiant.
You are worthy.
You are free.
And so it is.
And so it is.
It is done.
It is done.
