Hey there,
I’ve been carrying something with me for a long time — not a person, not a regret — but a version of myself. A quiet, shy, uncertain girl.
Little E.
She’s the one who used to sit in classrooms afraid to raise her hand.
The one who looked around at her peers and never quite felt like she belonged.
The one who desperately wanted to be chosen, even if it meant shrinking herself to be more palatable.
I’ve spent years trying to outgrow her.
Trying to become louder, cooler, prettier, more confident — whatever I thought would make me “belong.”
But the truth is: I am still her.
And today, I’m no longer ashamed of that.
🕯️ Holding Space for Little Me
Little E wasn’t wrong. She was doing the best she could with what she had.
She didn’t feel like she belonged because she was different — and no one ever told her that different is a gift.
Today, I look at her with softness.
I hold out my hand and show her that she doesn’t have to chase belonging — she already is someone worth knowing.
Her traits? Rare.
Her features? Beautiful.
Her mind? Complex and layered.
She is not too much. She is not hard to love. She is not behind.
She’s a masterpiece in progress.
💌 And To Be Honest…
I’ve done things I’m not proud of.
I’ve used people to fill spaces I didn’t know how to fill on my own.
I just wanted to experience love.
I wanted a first kiss.
I wanted to be held.
I wanted to feel like I was somebody’s someone.
I told myself I was in love, but sometimes, I was just desperate to feel something.
That doesn’t make me awful. It makes me aware now.
And in that awareness, I find grace.
🌿 A Soft Goodbye
To the people I hurt while trying to heal — I’m sorry.
To the version of me who thought love was about being needed — I forgive you.
To the memories I’ve held onto like armor — thank you, but I’m done carrying you.
I wish you well.
Truly.
But I’m not coming back.
Because it’s not about “him” anymore. It’s not about being seen, kissed, chosen, held.
It’s about me.
It’s about Little E.
It’s about becoming the woman she needed to see.
And I’m finally ready to become her.
🩶 Final Note
If you’re reading this and you’ve been carrying guilt or shame about the way you’ve loved, the choices you’ve made, or the people you’ve tried to become —
you’re not alone.
We’re not meant to get everything right.
We’re meant to feel, to learn, and to try again with more truth.
So here’s to self-forgiveness.
Here’s to letting go.
Here’s to walking forward — hand in hand with the girl we used to be.
xo, Emblog.