Letting Go of Who You Pretended to Be Just to Feel Loved - Part 4
Trigger Warning: For the woman who shrank her voice just to be heard. Let’s talk about the girl you used to be — and why you’re finally setting her free.
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Let’s get into it, goddess…
Because somewhere along the way —
You stopped being you.
And started being who they wanted…
Just to feel safe. Just to feel loved. Just to feel like you mattered.
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The Truth?
You weren’t born to perform.
You weren’t created to make others comfortable by dimming your glow.
But survival? Survival made you a shape-shifter.
And baby… it’s time to shift back into YOU.
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The Mask You Wore:
You became:
— The Good Girl who never said no ✅
— The Strong One who never fell apart πͺπ½
— The Cool Girl who swallowed her needs πΆ
— The Fixer who carried everyone’s mess π§Ή
— The Peacekeeper who stayed silent to avoid war π§π½♀️
Sound familiar?
Yeah, sis. You weren’t living — you were performing.
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But Here's the Glow-Up Truth:
Pretending to be “okay” when you’re aching inside? That’s spiritual suffocation.
And performing for love? That’s trauma in a tutu.
You didn’t get soft because life was soft to you —
You got soft because your soul was tired of being hard.
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Affirm this, Babe:
“I am not a performance.
I am not a peace treaty.
I am not here to keep the room comfortable.
I’m here to BE — loud, soft, wild, worthy, real.”
ππ₯πΈπ
Aura Quote of the Post:
"She wasn’t too much.
She was just too powerful for people still learning to love in their shadows."
— Pink Aura Diaries, XOXO π✨
Today’s Heart Check-In:
You ever grieve the version of you who never got to be real?
The girl who kept everyone else happy while her own joy starved?
The one who thought being loved meant disappearing just a little more each day?
That wasn’t your fault, babe.
But reclaiming her? That’s your power now.
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Journal Prompts for Soul Healing:
Who did I pretend to be just to feel safe, loved, or seen? ✍π½
What would I do today if I wasn’t afraid of being “too much”? ππ½
What version of me is finally ready to bloom — loud, soft, messy, divine? π·π✨
POLL TIME — Drop your truth, sis:
Which mask are you letting go of?
A) “Good Girl” — Always polite, never real π
B) “Strong One” — Doesn’t cry, doesn’t break πͺπ½
C) “Fixer” — Solves everyone’s problems π ️
D) “Cool Girl” — Detached, dying inside π§
E) All of the above — and I’m choosing ME now π©·π
Spill the Final Tea, Sis:
Let them say you changed.
Let them say you’re too loud, too sensitive, too much.
Because guess what?
You were never “too much.”
They were just never enough to hold a woman like you.
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You're not a phase. You're not a placeholder. You're not “almost.”
You're the full thing.
The truth.
The storm and the sunshine.
The prayer and the rebirth.
And babe… you don’t owe anyone the version of you that kept their comfort intact while your spirit screamed.
π️π✨
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