There will always be a woman who doesn’t like you

There will always be a woman who doesn’t like you.

Doesn’t get you. Doesn’t know how to place you.

You’re too bright, too bold, too soft, too strong, too something…

something she’s still not ready to face in herself.

Let her.

Let her misunderstand you.

Let her talk about you, roll her eyes, or weaponize her silence.

Let her hide her envy behind intellect.

Let her pretend it’s about values or virtue.

Let her villainize. Criticize. Fantasize.

Let her build her own version of your story to feel better about her own.

But whatever you do—

don’t you dare dim your light

to make her more comfortable in her shadows.

Her jealousy

Her discomfort

is not about you

It’s about who she thought she’d be by now

It’s projection, not perception

A mask for the jealousy she dares not admit

It’s fear of the light

It’s about the mirror you hold up without even trying.

It’s about how you show up in your skin—

unapologetic, alive, full of breath and becoming.

Her jealousy

Her discomfort

Is HER INVITATION

to healing, wholeness, and freedom

No matter what you do,

you will always be too much for someone

and not enough for someone else.

So stop contorting. Stop shrinking. Stop auditioning. Stop defending.

Instead,

Be.

Be loud when you’re loud.

Be quiet when you’re resting.

Be wild when you want.

Be still when you need.

Be colorful and take up space.

Take up the space that is yours.

You have ONE LIFE to live.

Your shine does not steal from anyone.
It simply invites them to stop hiding.

You, my darling,
were not born to be liked.

You were born to
change the fucking world.