Becoming me wasnโt loud or cinematicโit was quiet, messy, and deeply personal. It meant choosing honesty over comfort, even when it cost me people, versions of myself, and the safety of staying small. I had to unlearn shame, hold my own hand through doubt, and keep showing up as the person I always felt inside. But somewhere along the way, fear turned into freedom, and survival turned into self-love. This isnโt just a glow-upโitโs a love story I fought to live, and Iโm still writing it every day ๐โจ