The awakened woman will always feel like too much to those who still live disconnected from themselves.

Too sensitive. Too emotional. Too intense.

Too soft and too strong all at once.

But that’s because she no longer performs.

She no longer silences her truth to make others feel safe. Or comfortable.

She no longer carries the burden of being “easy to love.” Or easy going. 

She’s not here to fit in.

She’s here to feel, and to live fully awake.

I know this because I’ve been her.

Because I am her now.

I’ve lived through the shrinking. The dimming.

And that was my way of betraying myself. A way of not living my truth.

I’ve softened my edges to avoid being called difficult. Masculine. Aggressive.

I’ve swallowed my needs to protect others from the bigness of my truth. To not be too demanding.

And I’ve twisted myself into smaller versions, just to be held.

But not anymore.

Now, I choose to express myself as I am. It’s not always easy. Not familiar so not very comfortable sometimes.

But I’ve learned to pause, take a deep breath and remember.

How to speak slower, but from the depths.

To walk softer, but with sacred fire in my bones.

I’ve awakened to a truth that I no longer abandon:

I am not here to be liked.

I am here to be felt.

To be met.

To be remembered. And help you remember.

And yes, I may trigger others.

Not by doing anything, but simply by being.

Because a woman who lives in her truth, and power, who is emotionally attuned, sensual, honest, clear in her needs, who dances between tenderness and fierce knowing, she will always challenge the parts of others that are still asleep.

But her role is not to shrink.

Her role is to embody.

To remember.

To model a new way of being, for herself, for her daughters, for every woman still trying to find her voice.

This is the awakened woman.

She doesn’t burn with anger. She burns with truth.

She doesn’t destroy. She transforms.

She doesn’t force. She invites.

She doesn’t chase. She magnetizes.

She belongs to herself now.

And that changes everything.

So my dear one,

May you never shrink to be loved.

May you never dim to make others comfortable.

May your fire stay lit, even when others fear its warmth.

May your softness be your strength, and your truth be your compass.

May you trust your knowing, honor your rhythms,

and speak even when your voice shakes.

May you walk through this life as the woman you truly are,

not the one the world asked you to be.

And when they say you are too much,

smile gently,

and remember:

you are only too much for the ones

still living in their own too little.

With much love,

Aniela🤍

www.MindfulTherapist.us

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