impostor.

transparent moment…i was scared to create this space.

to thrive without permission.

to walk in my purpose.

and for no other reason than feeling as if i wasn’t good enough.

whatever the hell that means.

what i do know is that the crippling feeling of impostor syndrome is real.

overqualified, yet always feeling undeserving.

why should everyone else get to take the leap and i be forced to question every gift given to me?

no longer.

how many moments have passed me by in this life

because i was too scared to unveil my glory?

silent conversations happen far too often.

and backseats are a familiar place.

ever felt invisible in a room full of people?

or like you don’t even belong in the same room?

yea.

it’s frightening how loud doubt and fear screams

over confidence and self-worth.

but it takes more courage and strength to get still,

find quiet in the nosiest of places,

the light in the darkest of spaces,

and breathe as you search for the part of yourself that whispers:

“you belong here.”

-validating my damn self.