13/05/2026
They told her she was too much. And she believed them. Of course she did.
She was young. She was learning what love cost. And the price they quoted her was herself.
So she began the long, exhausting work of making herself smaller.
Less opinion. Less feeling. Less presence.
She learned to enter rooms quietly. To laugh at the right moments. To need less, to want less. She became very good at it. So good, that one day she looked in the mirror and barely recognised the woman looking back. Empty, dull and lifeless.
Here is what nobody told her: her body knew the magic she carried.
Every month, from the first time she bled, she was given a truth the world did not want her to have — that she was a creature of depth and tide, of rising and falling, of fullness and release. That she was designed to feel everything.
Her body was never the problem.
Her sensitivity was never the problem.
Her hunger, her fire, her feeling — never the problem.
The problem was a world that did not know what to do with a woman who was fully alive.
So, it told her she was too much.
And she — because she was young, because she was trying to belong, because she just wanted to be loved — she made herself less.
But here is the truth: She was never too much.
The world was just not ready. Not ready for her fire. Not ready for her knowing. Not ready for the medicine of a woman who takes up her full space.
And that — that is not her failure.
That is the world’s loss.
She is done making herself smaller for people who could not receive the fullness of her.
She is done translating herself into something easier.
She is done.
What she is beginning — finally, courageously, audaciously — is to be full of herself.
All of herself.
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