The Woman I Am

There is a rare kind of freedom that blooms when you stop waiting for someone else to tell you you’re enough—and begin declaring it to yourself. Not in fireworks or grand speeches. But in whispers. In habits. In the quiet, deliberate way you start choosing yourself every single day. That’s the life I’m living now. That’s the woman I am.

And I love her.

I love the way she thinks. The way she creates. The way she loves hard and laughs louder. I love how she stuns herself with her own resilience. How she tells the truth even when her voice shakes. How she lets herself cry, rage, rest, rise. I love the way she shows up for the people who matter—and finally, for herself.

It took years. It took battle after battle with an invisible war inside me—against the voices that told me I was too much or not enough. Against the ones that said I had to shrink to fit. But I don't shrink anymore. I stretch. I stand tall. I fill rooms with my whole self, unapologetically.

There is beauty in the quiet now. In slow mornings and soft mirrors. In coffee that doesn’t taste like anxiety. In being alone and not feeling lonely. In the stillness of peace that I created with my own hands. There is beauty in no longer needing to be understood to feel valid.

I trust myself now. I protect myself now. I speak to myself like someone worth listening to. Because I am. Because I always was.

The woman I am is not perfect. But she is real. And strong. And stunning in her sincerity. And when I look at her—I don’t flinch anymore. I smile.

I’ve become someone I’d want to know. Someone I’d root for. Someone I do root for.

There’s still more to grow into, more to become—but I no longer strive from a place of lack. I move forward from a place of love. Of worth. Of quiet certainty.

And if this is all there ever was? It would be enough.

Because I am enough.

Peace, Love, and Inspiration,
~Britt Wolfe💚