On International Women’s Day this year, I want to honor the little girl in me.
The girl who used to be stubborn, impulsive, and restless. The girl once known more for her masculinity than her femininity—dominating, controlling, rebellious. The girl who loved being the provider, the builder, the fixer. Who preferred pants over dresses. Who never hesitated to stand up for the underdog, to take risks, to speak out. The girl who never quite fit in.
I’ve also seen this same girl—who once always won, stumbled. Who once brimmed with confidence, filled with self-doubt. I’ve watched her work hard to grow. I’ve seen her dive into darkness to find light, and soften her rough edges to embrace gentleness.
She’s still the same girl, but she’s changed.
She's evolved.
The girl who once thrived in crowds, now finds comfort in solitude. Who once needed to be in constant motion, now finds peace in stillness. Who once acted out of anxiety, now moves with inner wisdom. Who once relied on external validation, now stands firmly in alignment with her soul.
She has learned to embrace her femininity—not as a replacement for, but in harmony with, her masculine energy. The girl who once thought she was a warrior realized she was also a healer. A bird. A cloud. A flower. A master. A beginner. A little bit of everything. And nothing.
She is the same girl who has found peace within herself. Who once struggled to express her feelings has learned to speak from her heart, receive without guilt, and ask for help without shame.
To, simply, be.
While her masculine energy continues to pursue and instruct, her feminine energy has grown to attract and inspire. They don’t just coexist—they dance in harmony. A beautiful dance between spirituality and practicality.
Women’s Day to me isn’t a reminder to be a girl again,
but to never stop being a girl at heart 🎀
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