10/06/2025
There was a time I thought being seen meant being perfect.
That I had to have it all figured out — the right words, the healed story, the proof.
But perfection became a mask that kept me hidden.
And hiding hurt more than being misunderstood ever could.
So I’m choosing to show up differently now.
Not polished.
Not fully figured out.
But present.
Real.
Rooted in truth.
Because what I’ve learned is —
The world doesn’t need another perfectly curated version of healing.
It needs the messy middle.
The sacred unravelling.
The slow return to self.
I’m showing up for the parts of me that once felt too tender to be seen.
For the younger me who only knew love through illness.
For the woman who masked her pain so she wouldn’t be “too much.”
For the soul who is finally ready to be witnessed, without shrinking.
If you’re here, welcome.
This space will be tender, honest, and raw in all the right ways.
And maybe in me choosing to be seen,
you’ll remember that you’re allowed to be too.
Let this be the beginning
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