The Power of Falling in Love with Yourself

Hey Sis, let me tell you what I realized. There’s something profound about falling in love with yourself. For so long, I gave all my love away—first to men who didn’t deserve it, then to my kids, and then to everyone else around me. I was running on empty, pouring from a cup that had nothing left to give. After my cycles of abuse ended, I didn’t even know how to begin to start loving myself again.

The hardest part? Believing I was worth it.

When my kids’ dad finally decided to be done for good, I felt relief—not sadness. But that didn’t mean the damage he caused magically disappeared. Every insult, every manipulative move, every time he made me feel small—it all stayed with me, etched deep in my spirit. He didn’t just break me with his words; he broke me physically and emotionally. He stole from me, ripped out my hair, destroyed my clothes, and left scars on my face that were more than skin deep. I had already been doing everything on my own, carrying the weight of our lives while he tore me down at every turn. By the time he walked out, I was already shattered—but I was ready to rebuild, for me and my kids.

It wasn’t a dramatic moment. I didn’t have some big epiphany. It was quiet—a whisper inside me saying, “You deserve better.” That whisper became a roar, and soon, I started doing the work to become the woman I wanted to see in the mirror.

I started small. Taking walks. Journaling. Spending a little extra time on my hair. Those small acts of self-care were like breadcrumbs leading me back to myself. I learned that how I presented myself wasn’t just about appearance—it was a reflection of how I felt inside. Even now, when I post pictures of myself looking and feeling good, it’s not about showing off. It’s about showing up—for myself.

When you’re healing, people don’t always understand the glow-up. They see you smiling and think it’s superficial. But what they don’t see is the pain you overcame to get here. They don’t see the nights you cried yourself to sleep or the mornings you had to force yourself out of bed.

Healing is messy, sis. But it’s powerful.

When I started loving myself, my whole world shifted. I became intentional about the energy I allowed in my life. I stopped settling—for people, for situations, for love that wasn’t real. Now, when someone approaches me, they already know: You can’t play with me. Why? Because I’ve learned to love myself so deeply, I don’t need validation from anyone else.

And let me tell you, that kind of love is transformative.

It’s not just about looking good on the outside—it’s about feeling good on the inside. It’s about walking into a room with your head held high, knowing that your worth isn’t up for debate. That energy is magnetic. People feel it, and they’re either inspired by it or intimidated by it. Either way, it’s their problem, not yours.

Healing is a journey, not a destination.

Every day, I choose to love myself a little more. And in doing so, I’m not just healing myself—I’m teaching my kids how to love themselves too. Because when they see me thriving, they know that no matter what life throws at them, they can thrive too.

So here’s to you, sis—the woman reading this who’s still trying to figure it all out. You are worthy. You are beautiful. And you are capable of healing.

Fall in love with yourself. The world will adjust.

With Love & Purpose

E 💜