For years, I waited for someone else to decide what I was worth. Healing taught me something far more freeing: my worth was never a question waiting for someone else to answer. It became something I proved to myself, one loving choice at a time.

Healing didn’t happen the morning I wore red lipstick. Healing happened in every tiny decision that came before I walked out the door. Every time the old voice spoke… and I lovingly chose not to believe her.