The Girl I Had to Outgrow to Become This Woman

A Love Letter to the Version of Me Who Didn’t Know Her Worth

Growth Isn’t Always Pretty—But It’s Always Sacred

I used to think becoming “her” would feel glamorous.
That stepping into confidence, self-worth, and real love would feel like a movie scene. But growth? Growth felt like grieving. Before I became this woman, I had to say goodbye to a version of me that tried her best—with what little she knew. This isn’t a harsh story.
This is a love letter to the girl I once was.
And the woman I promised to become.

To the Girl Who Thought Love Meant Earning It

You gave too much.
You stayed too long.
You said “yes” when everything inside you whispered “no.” You loved people for their potential.
You called inconsistency mystery. You romanticized chaos because you didn’t think peace would choose you. You tried so hard to be “enough” that you forgot you already were. But I see you now.
You weren’t weak. You were just waiting for someone to show you what love looked like when it didn’t cost your self-respect. That someone turned out to be me.