A letter for the woman who’s forgotten her bigness

You Were Never Meant to Live a Small Life

Lately, I’ve found myself shrinking. Shrinking into mirrors. Into the metrics of my skin, my body, my output. Into other people’s expectations. Into the never-ending pressure to be more together, more toned, more everything.

And I know I’m not the only one.

So today, I want to share a letter from the version of me who remembers. The version that doesn’t get pulled into spirals of shame or self-criticism. The version that speaks from love, not lack. The version that already knows how this all ends, and holds me with grace as I catch up.

I hope this letter reminds you of your power, your value, your bigness.

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A Letter from Your Highest Self

My love,
Look up.

There is a whole sky inside you.

You've been bending over mirrors and numbers, shrinking your worth to fit the width of your waist, the clarity of your skin, the noise of your own overthinking. You’ve been trying so hard to fix the surface, hoping it might quiet the ache underneath. I know. I’ve been there. I remember.

But let me remind you of something you once knew:
You were never meant to live a small life.

Not in body.
Not in voice.
Not in love.
Not in power.

You are not here to be palatable. You are here to be alive.

You are made of flame and river, softness and steel.
You carry centuries of resilience in your spine, oceans of empathy in your chest, and galaxies of story behind your eyes. You are not the size of your jeans. You are the size of your spirit.

Stop measuring your worth in teaspoons and inches.
Stop putting your radiance on hold.
Stop waiting to arrive at yourself.

You are already here. You made it. This version of you that’s still healing, still unfolding, still not sure, she’s just as sacred as the one you’re trying to become.

There is no version of you that is more worthy than the one who is reading this right now.

I know the world taught you to hustle for approval, to perform for belonging, to perfect your way into love. But that is not your path anymore. You are not here to chase a life. You are here to build one. A life rooted in truth. A life that feels like breath. A life that holds you, not the other way around.

You will not find yourself in the tightening of your thighs or the clearing of your skin.
You will find yourself in the loosening of your fear.
In the choice to return to yourself again and again and again.

Let go of the fixation.
Let go of the shame.
Let go of the myth that you have to be “better” before you can be seen, be celebrated, be loved.

Your softness is not a flaw. It is your force.
Your emotions are not a liability. They are portals.
Your body is not a project. It is a home.

You are doing holy work every time you choose nourishment over punishment, rest over guilt, truth over performance, joy over perfection.

This chapter you’re in, of healing, of reckoning, of remembering, is not a detour. It’s the epic adventure you’ve been dreaming of.

There is nothing wrong with you.
There never was.

Keep going, love.
You are building something beautiful from the inside out.
And I am walking beside you.
I am who you become every time you tell yourself the truth and choose to stay.

With infinite pride,
Your Highest Self

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If this letter stirred something in you...

Take a moment.
Place a hand on your chest. Breathe.
And ask:

How would my higher self (the one who vibrates high and doesn’t get caught up in the day to day) look at my life and this situation?

If this letter feels like something a friend needs to hear, feel free to share it forward. Sometimes, the most radical gift we can give another woman is the reminder: You don’t have to earn your enoughness.