babe. we're not going back.
- Jun 7
- 1 min read
Not to that body.
Not to that marriage.
Not to that nervous system.
Not to the woman who held her breath trying to keep everyone comfortable.
She got us here.
Love her. Thank her.
And let her retire.
Because every time you say,
"I want my old self back,"
some part of you quietly tells
the woman standing here today...
"You aren't enough."
That's Bullshit.
You are not lost.
You have simply outgrown
the skin that used to fit.
--
Of course it feels weird.
Of course your friendships are shifting.
Of course your family dynamics feel wobbly.
Of course you don't know exactly who you are today.
You're molting.
And molting is ugly before it's magnificent.
The old identity gets itchy.
The old patterns start screaming.
Everything in you wants to run back to what was familiar.
Don't.
Stay.
Stay with the woman who's emerging.
She's got different eyes.A different laugh.
Different desires.Different boundaries.
Less tolerance for bullshit.
Way more appetite for joy.
--
There is no getting back.
There is only this glorious, terrifying invitation
to meet yourself again.
And honestly?
I wouldn't trade her for the old version if you paid me.
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