Solitude: Sometimes Healing Requires Me to Be Alone
Godd3ss Aisha
If you've been following my blogs lately, you already know I've been spending some time in solitude.
Not isolation.
Not hiding from the world.
Not being antisocial. 😂
Solitude.
And wouldn't you know it, while I've been on this journey of going inward, Londrelle has a track called “Solitude” from Self-Heal that speaks directly to what I've been experiencing.
Sometimes the Universe isn't subtle. 😂
🎧 Listen to “Solitude” by Londrelle on Spotify:
Being Alone Used to Scare Me
I've talked about this before.
There was a time in my life when being alone was something I avoided.
I stayed busy.
I stayed connected.
I stayed in relationships longer than I should have.
I surrounded myself with noise because silence meant I might actually have to sit with...
ME.
And sitting with myself meant eventually having to deal with everything I had pushed down.
Pain.
Fear.
Anger.
Disappointment.
Old memories.
Questions I didn't necessarily want answers to.
Yeah...
Turn the TV back on. 😂
But I've learned something.
There is a difference between being lonely and being alone.
And there is definitely a difference between isolation and intentional solitude.
Silence Has a Way of Getting Loud
When I remove the distractions, something interesting happens.
My thoughts get louder.
My Higher Self gets louder.
And unfortunately...
My Ego gets louder too. 🙄
Higher Self: We need to talk.
Me: Can we schedule this for next Tuesday?
Higher Self: No.
😂😂😂
That's what solitude has been teaching me.
When I'm constantly scrolling, watching television, talking to people, answering messages, listening to music, or simply keeping myself occupied, I can avoid certain conversations with myself.
But when everything gets quiet?
There I am.
No filter.
No audience.
No distractions.
Just ME.
Solitude Isn't Punishment
I used to think being alone meant something was missing.
Now I'm beginning to understand that sometimes being alone creates the space for me to discover what I've been missing within myself.
That's why Londrelle's Solitude resonates with me.
It reminds me that being alone can be sacred.
I can breathe.
I can meditate.
I can journal.
I can pray.
I can stretch.
I can sit outside.
I can listen.
And sometimes I don't have to do anything at all.
Imagine that.
No productivity.
No checklist.
No social media post.
No solving everybody else's problems.
Just breathing and existing.
For somebody who always feels like she should be doing something...
That's a whole spiritual assignment. 😂
I Don't Have to Run From Myself
That's probably been one of my biggest realizations.
I actually enjoy my own company now.
Whew.
Six years ago, I don't know if I could have said that.
Today?
I can sit quietly in my house with the AC humming and be okay.
I don't need somebody beside me every second.
I don't need a notification.
I don't need validation from anyone.
I don't need to create chaos just because peace feels unfamiliar.
I can be.
And the more comfortable I become with myself, the less willing I am to sacrifice my peace to avoid being alone.
Read that again. 👀
The more comfortable I become with myself, the less willing I am to sacrifice my peace to avoid being alone.
Sometimes Healing Is Quiet
We often imagine healing as some huge breakthrough.
The tears.
The revelation.
The dramatic moment when everything suddenly makes sense.
Sometimes it is.
But I'm learning that healing can also be incredibly quiet.
Sometimes healing is me recognizing a pattern.
Sometimes it's me deciding not to respond.
Sometimes it's me setting a boundary.
Sometimes it's me sitting with an uncomfortable emotion instead of immediately trying to escape it.
Sometimes it's simply realizing:
I don't have to carry this anymore.
No ceremony.
No announcement.
No Facebook status. 😂
I release it.
Solitude Is Helping Me Hear Myself Again
Between Londrelle's music and my own recent decision to “Go Inside,” I'm realizing how important intentional quiet has become for me.
Because when the outside world gets quiet enough...
I can hear myself.
Not my Ego.
Not social media.
Not everybody else's expectations.
ME.
My intuition.
My Higher Self.
My needs.
My boundaries.
My truth.
And sometimes the answer I've been looking for wasn't somewhere out in the world.
It was sitting quietly inside me waiting for everything else to shut up. 😌
I Am Learning to Sit With Me
I'm not saying I'm going to disappear into the mountains and become a monk.
Let's not get carried away. 😂
I still enjoy people.
I still enjoy music.
I still enjoy laughing, talking, writing, sharing, and connecting.
But I'm learning that I need time when none of those things are required.
Time where I can exist with myself.
Because solitude isn't where I lose connection.
Sometimes...
Solitude is where I reconnect.
With my thoughts.
With my body.
With my spirit.
With my Higher Self.
With The Most High.
And most importantly...
With ME.
So today, my mantra is simple:
I am comfortable in my own presence.
I am safe in stillness.
I am listening to myself.
I am protecting my peace.
I am healing.
And I don't have to rush any of it.
Sometimes the most powerful thing I can do is sit quietly...
And let myself be. 💚
Until next time, my beautiful souls. 😌
Peace, Love & Light. 💚🧘🏾♀️
Eye Am That I Am: The Words I Speak to Myself Become My Mantra
Godd3ss Aisha
There are songs I listen to...
And then there are songs I feel.
Toni Jones' "Eye Am That I Am" is one of those for me.
🎧 Listen to "Eye Am That I Am" by Toni Jones on Spotify:
Released in 2020 as part of her I See Me Mantras album, this isn't what I would consider a traditional song.
It's affirmation music.
It's something I listen to when I need to reconnect with ME.
And lately, I've been thinking a lot about exactly that.
What Do I Say About Myself?
I've talked about affirmations before, but lately I've been paying more attention to how I describe myself—especially when nobody else is around.
I can spend entirely too much time thinking about what other people think of me.
Do they like me?
Do they respect me?
Do they think I'm attractive?
Successful?
Smart?
Good enough?
But there's another opinion that matters even more.
MINE.
If I'm constantly telling myself:
"I'm not good enough."
"Nothing ever works out for me."
"I can't do this."
Eventually, those words can begin shaping how I see myself.
That's why I love the message I take from "I Am That I Am."
Instead of waiting for someone else to tell me who I am...
I tell myself.
I Look in the Mirror 👀
If you've been following these blogs, you already know I've spent some serious time looking in that mirror lately. 😂
Sometimes there were affirmations.
Sometimes there were tears.
And sometimes my Higher Self had to call me out on my own 💩.
But that's part of becoming self-aware.
I have to be willing to see myself.
Not the person social media sees.
Not the person my family sees.
Not the person other people expect me to be.
ME.
The beautiful parts.
The complicated parts.
The healed parts.
And yes...
The parts that still need a little work.
They all belong to me.
I AM...
Two incredibly powerful words.
Because what I choose to put after them matters.
I am powerful.
I am worthy.
I am abundant.
I am capable.
I am growing.
I am learning.
I am enough.
And one I've had to remind myself of lately:
I am still becoming. 😌
I don't have to have everything figured out.
I don't have to be completely healed.
I don't need the perfect career, relationship, body, bank account, or life to appreciate who I am today.
I can love who I am right now while still working toward the woman I'm becoming.
My Words Matter
One of the things I appreciate about Toni Jones' affirmation music is how intentionally it uses words.
Music already affects my mood, so I'm learning to be more intentional about what I'm feeding my mind.
Every day, I'm surrounded by noise.
The news.
Social media.
Other people's opinions.
And sometimes the loudest negativity comes from...
Me.
So I'm learning to change that conversation.
Instead of:
"I can't."
I can.
Instead of:
"I'm not enough."
I am enough.
Instead of:
"Nothing is working."
I trust the process.
Instead of waiting for someone else to validate me...
I validate myself.
My Mantra
When I wake up, before I grab my phone and start scrolling, I can take a moment and remind myself who I am.
I can look into that mirror.
Really look.
And finish this sentence:
I AM ____________.
Not what my boss says.
Not what my partner says.
Not what my family thinks.
Not what some random person on social media decided.
What do I say?
And if saying something positive about myself feels uncomfortable...
Maybe that's exactly why I need to keep saying it.
Affirmations aren't about pretending my life is perfect.
They're about changing the conversation I have with myself as I navigate an imperfect life.
So today, I'm reminding myself:
I am growing.
I am learning.
I am worthy.
I am protected.
I am becoming.
I am exactly where I need to be in this moment.
And most importantly...
I Am That I Am. 💚
That's my affirmation.
That's my reminder.
That's my conversation with myself.
And I'm going to keep saying it until the woman looking back at me in that mirror doesn't just say it...
She believes it.
Until next time, my beautiful souls. 😌
Peace, Love & Light. 💚🧘🏾♀️
Apologizing to Your Younger Self: Healing the Parts of You That You Left Behind
Godd3ss Aisha
True Story
⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: This blog discusses sexual assault and physical abuse. Please read with care. 💚
(Scrolling through Instagram...)
I came across a reel that asked:
"Have you ever apologized to your younger self?"
The woman talked about how, at some point in our lives, many of us abandoned a younger version of ourselves. Something happened, we put on our "big girl" or "big boy" pants, and we just kept moving.
🤔🤔🤔
I didn't even finish the reel.
My immediate response was:
"Hmmm...I've never abandoned myself."
🙄
My Higher Self had something to say about that.
Let's think about this.
My mind started traveling backward.
Germany.
Being a young girl.
My first crush.
The first time I experienced rejection.
🤔
"See? I'm good!"
Then came the thought I didn't want:
This may hurt, but if we're going to move forward, we have to revisit Shooks Run Park.
🥺
Deep breath.
The Moment Something Changed
I was 15.
My best friend was 14.
One evening, something happened to us that should never happen to anyone.
We were sexually assaulted.
I'm not going into the details because the details aren't what's important here.
What's important is what happened inside me afterward.
My life changed.
Looking back now, I realize that's when I told myself:
"Not again."
I built a wall.
And I kept going.
I didn't realize it at the time, but part of that 15-year-old girl stayed behind that wall.
Then my Higher Self pushed a little further.
If we're doing this, let's get it all out.
🥺
I thought about another chapter of my life—a physically abusive relationship.
And then came a realization that hurt:
Aisha, you were already wounded. You learned how to survive, but surviving isn't the same thing as healing.
Damn.
😡🥺
That's when the anger came.
But eventually another message followed:
It's time to forgive yourself.
Look at Her
Go to the mirror.
👀
I walked into the restroom and looked at myself.
And immediately...
Niagara Falls.
😭😭😭
It's okay. Look into your eyes. Apologize to her. Forgive her.
I could barely see myself through the tears.
Then I wrapped my arms around myself.
And I whispered:
"I'm sorry I left you."
"I forgive you."
🫂
Deep breath.
I looked back into that mirror.
Nothing magical happened.
The past didn't disappear.
But something felt different.
For once, I wasn't pretending everything was okay while hurting underneath.
I acknowledged her.
That young girl.
The scared girl.
The angry girl.
The girl who decided she had to become tough because being vulnerable didn't feel safe anymore.
I finally told her:
I see you.
Maybe Your Story Is Different
Your story may be nothing like mine—and I truly hope it isn't.
But I think many of us can identify a moment when something happened and we essentially said:
"Forget it. I'm moving on."
And we did.
We went to school.
Built careers.
Raised children.
Started relationships.
Paid bills.
Went to our 9-to-5s.
Laughed.
Loved.
Lived.
But somewhere underneath all of that may still be a wounded version of ourselves that we never went back for.
Maybe that's the person you need to talk to.
Reconnect With YOU
What I did in front of that mirror might sound strange to some people.
That's okay.
It helped me.
This journey belongs to you.
If you need to hug yourself...
Do it.
If you need to look into the mirror and encourage yourself...
Do it.
If you need to journal...
Cry...
Meditate...
Pray...
Or talk with someone you trust...
Do it.
And if revisiting painful experiences becomes overwhelming, there's absolutely nothing wrong with seeking support from a qualified mental-health professional who can help you work through them safely.
Healing isn't about pretending the past didn't happen.
For me, it's about reconnecting with every version of myself:
The broken me.
The angry me.
The scared me.
The timid me.
The strong me.
And saying:
"I recognize where I left you. I'm sorry. I'm here now."
😌
That realization helped me begin releasing some weight I'd carried for far too long.
It helped me look differently at boundaries.
At relationships.
At myself.
Most importantly, it reminded me that being strong doesn't mean never crying or never hurting.
Sometimes strength means finally allowing yourself to feel what you've spent years trying not to feel.
So here's my question:
Have you ever apologized to your younger self?
Maybe today is the day to have that conversation.
Give that younger version of yourself some grace.
Give them a hug.
And remind them...
You didn't forget them. You're coming back for them. 💚
Until next time.
Peace, Love & Light. 💚🧘🏾♀️
Self-Care Sunday: The One Appointment You Should Never Cancel
Godd3ss Aisha
True Story…
(Subliminal affirmations playing through my Bluetooth sleep mask.)
“I am healthy. I am abundant. I am right where I need to be.”
As I slowly opened my eyes, my first thought was…
“All praises to the Most High. Thank You for another Rising.” 💚
Then my mind started making its list.
“I need to wash my hair.”
“I’d love to soak in a hot bath.”
“It’s been a long week.”
Then another thought came…
Today is going to be about me.
All me.
All day.
So I turned to my boyfriend and said,
“Babe, I’m officially declaring Sundays my Self-Care Sundays.”
He looked at me and laughed.
“Now what kind of craziness are you talking about?” 😂
I smiled and said,
“I think everyone should take one day out of every seven and dedicate it to themselves.”
Not to work.
Not to errands.
Not to social media.
Not to everyone else’s needs.
Just…
You.
Maybe that means unplugging from the world for a while.
Maybe it’s meditation.
Reading.
Prayer.
Journaling.
Yoga.
A walk.
Or simply sitting quietly with your own thoughts.
For me?
I’m drawing a nice hot bath.
Adding Epsom salts.
Crushing fresh herbs and rose petals.
Lighting a few candles.
Putting on some smooth jazz or calming frequencies.
Maybe I’ll read.
Maybe I’ll journal.
Maybe I’ll stretch.
Maybe I’ll simply breathe.
The point isn’t what I do…
The point is that I’m intentionally resetting.
How Do You Reset?
Or…
Do you?
Some people hear “Self-Care Sunday” and immediately think,
“Who has time for that?”
My answer?
We make time for what we believe is important.
Think about it.
How many hours do we spend scrolling social media?
Watching television?
Binge-watching another series?
We often have the time.
We’ve just gotten used to giving it away.
Now, don’t get me wrong.
If watching your favorite show helps you unwind, that’s perfectly okay.
But ask yourself this:
How do you feel afterward?
Refreshed?
Recharged?
Peaceful?
Or simply distracted for a little while?
(Think back to my blog about stress, anger, and anxiety.)
Sometimes our minds need something deeper than distraction.
They need restoration.
Try Something Different
Step outside your comfort zone.
Open that book you’ve been meaning to read.
(Reading really is fundamental. 😊)
Take that long bath.
Add the Epsom salts.
Light a few candles.
Take slow, intentional breaths.
Sit in silence.
Reconnect…
Not with social media.
Not even with nature.
Reconnect with yourself.
Be fully present.
The past has already happened.
Tomorrow hasn’t arrived.
Right now…
Just be.
When you feel ready, then plan your week.
Prepare for Monday.
Organize your schedule.
But don’t let planning steal today’s peace.
And if you’re thinking,
“Aisha, I can’t dedicate an entire day.”
That’s okay.
Start with four hours.
Four uninterrupted hours dedicated to your mind, body, and soul.
Can you give yourself that?
It doesn’t have to be Sunday.
Choose whichever day works for your life.
Just choose you.
I’d love to hear what happens when you make yourself a priority.
If this message speaks to your heart, share it with someone you love and care about. They may need permission to slow down and care for themselves, too.
Peace, Love & Light. 💚🧘🏾♀️
Letting Go: When To, How To, and Are You Ready?
Godd3ss Aisha
I was listening to “Healer” by Londrell when a line stopped me in my tracks:
“Don’t let your deceitful ego mislead you. The more you try to pour yourself into a broken vessel, it will overflow and leak through.”
🤔
Wow.
That one hit differently.
It made me think…
How many times in my life have I held on to jobs, friendships, situations, and relationships much longer than I should have?
Another message from Londrell stood out:
“You have to understand that people and times change. You can’t walk back into the same hurtful doors and not expect to find pain.”
That was the moment I started looking back—not with regret, but with understanding.
I thought about a job where I felt unseen.
I knew my value.
I knew what I contributed.
I knew how hard I worked.
But I stayed for years, feeling unhappy and frustrated, always one bad day away from quitting.
Looking back, I also saw how I handled that pain.
I would vent to family and friends.
I would have that one drink after work because it had been “one of those days.”
Then sometimes that one drink became two.
Or more.
I stayed up too late.
Stopped prioritizing myself.
Stopped caring about how I was showing up the next day.
And slowly…
A bad situation became an unhealthy routine.
I thought about leaving, but my pride—my ego—had something to say:
“Nope. We’ve been here too long. Put your big girl panties on and handle it.”
Besides, I had two kids.
Starting over didn’t feel like an option.
But what I didn’t realize was this:
By waiting for someone else to recognize my worth, I had forgotten to recognize it myself.
I was looking for validation from people who couldn’t see my value.
Because of pride, I allowed myself to be mistreated.
And even worse…
I started mistreating myself.
The same pattern showed up in my personal life.
I made excuses.
“The kids are just going through growing pains.”
“He just had a bad day.”
Excuse after excuse.
But the truth?
They saw what I couldn’t see.
I had lost my light.
I had poured so much into everyone and everything else that I had nothing left for myself.
I was just moving from one day into the next.
Then came the moment that changed everything…
The doctor’s appointment. 😳
It was time for my physical, and because of my age, they decided to do an EKG.
I watched the nurse print the results.
She looked at the paper.
Paused.
Printed another one.
Then said:
“I’m just going to run this again, okay?”
Ummm…
Now my heart was beating faster for a completely different reason. 😂
She repeated the process and said she wanted the doctor to review it.
So I waited.
And you know how your mind starts running when you’re waiting.
Finally, the doctor walked in and said:
“Ms. Brick, according to this, you’ve had a mild silent heart attack.”
👀👀👀
“What chu talkin’ bout Willis?!”
I told him, “I didn’t feel anything.”
He replied:
“You probably did…and ignored it.”
🤔
And the sad part?
I think he was right.
I had become so used to ignoring my body, my emotions, and my stress that even my own warning signs got pushed aside.
Then he asked:
“Have you been under stress lately?”
Yep.
And in that moment, I knew exactly what I needed to do.
No prescription required. 😉
I told myself:
It ends now.
If that job doesn’t recognize your worth?
Find another one.
Or continue down the same road and risk your health.
The relationship?
Time to let go.
The kids?
Oh, they were getting grounded, too. 😂
Once I put in my two weeks’ notice, something changed.
I found myself driving past the places I used to stop.
Sure, the snacks were good.
The drinks were cheap.
But nothing was worth sacrificing my peace, my health, or myself.
I learned how to jump off the hamster wheel we call “life”…
And actually start living.
I made a promise to myself:
I will not stay anywhere that requires me to lose myself in order to belong.
I’m not perfect.
But I am pure.
My intentions are pure.
My love is pure.
My heart is pure.
And if something requires me to constantly shrink, hurt, or abandon myself…
It’s time to let it go.
As Londrell says:
“Letting go is easy, but we make it challenging because we’re caught up in the memories and not focused on the reality.”
Read that again.
You already know what no longer serves you.
You know what makes your body tense.
You know what keeps your mind racing.
You know what steals your peace.
Whether it’s from your past or happening right now…
Maybe it’s time to release it.
The question is:
Are you ready to let go?
Or are you waiting for your own wake-up call?
Trust yourself.
Choose yourself.
There is nothing selfish about protecting your peace.
Continue loving others.
Continue showing up.
Continue working hard.
Continue caring.
But remember:
You cannot pour from an empty vessel.
If something is destroying your mental, emotional, or physical health…
Love yourself enough to let it go. 💚
If this message speaks to your heart, share it with someone you love and care about. Someone may need this reminder today.
Peace, Love & Light. 💚🧘🏾♀️
Hello, Beautiful: A Few Kind Words Can Change Someone’s Day
Godd3ss Aisha
True story…
I was scrolling through Facebook when I came across a reel that instantly made me smile.
A beautiful woman saw another beautiful woman, stopped her, gave her a genuine compliment, and even spun her around in a joyful ballroom twirl. 🤗
The energy was contagious.
The message was powerful.
The smile on that woman’s face was absolutely priceless.
It got me thinking…
Let’s be honest.
Sometimes women can be each other’s biggest critics. Too often, compliments are replaced with comparison, competition, or quiet judgment. It doesn’t have to be that way.
So I decided to put it to the test.
A few days later, I was walking to the store when I made eye contact with a young woman.
She smiled and said, “Good morning.”
I smiled back and replied,
“Grand Rising, Beautiful.” 😁
The look she gave me…
You would’ve thought I had called her a shepherd for the devil! 😂🤷🏾♀️
She didn’t smile.
She looked uncomfortable.
I kept walking, wondering…
Did I offend her?
Does she not know she’s beautiful?
Has no one ever called her beautiful before?
The next time I saw her…
The same reaction.
At first, I was a little irritated because, honestly, who doesn’t enjoy receiving a sincere compliment?
Then I realized something important.
I don’t know her story.
I don’t know what she’s been through.
I don’t know what her self-esteem looks like.
Maybe no one had ever spoken those words to her.
Or maybe she’d heard so many negative ones that she no longer believed the positive.
That thought broke my heart.
It reminded me of something I shared in my “Trends” blog.
Many people don’t truly believe they’re attractive, worthy, or enough unless someone else validates them first.
Thankfully, not everyone struggles with this. Some people know exactly who they are and carry themselves with confidence.
But for those who don’t…
I’d like to offer a simple challenge.
For the next seven days, stand in front of the mirror every morning and say,
“I am beautiful.”
(And yes, gentlemen—you can absolutely be beautiful too.)
Then, during those same seven days, give one genuine compliment to another woman.
Not because you want something in return.
Not because you’re trying to impress anyone.
Simply because kindness is free.
You’ll be surprised how good it feels—not only for them, but for you as well.
Self-esteem plays a much bigger role in our health than many people realize.
When we don’t feel good about ourselves, it can affect our sleep, our eating habits, our relationships, and for some, even lead to unhealthy coping mechanisms like alcohol or drugs.
So ask yourself…
Who told you that you weren’t beautiful?
Society?
A relationship?
Family?
A stranger on the internet?
And an even better question…
Why did you choose to believe them?
Today, I invite you to replace those voices with your own.
When you wake up tomorrow, look in the mirror and simply say,
“Hello, Beautiful.”
You have scars?
You’re beautiful.
A few extra pounds?
You’re beautiful.
A missing tooth?
You’re beautiful.
Gray hair?
You’re beautiful.
Every chapter you’ve lived has helped shape the incredible person staring back at you.
I broke one of my teeth and eventually had it pulled.
Guess what?
I still smile as big and as brightly as ever. 💯
Because beauty has never been about perfection.
It’s about authenticity.
Be kind to yourself.
Be kind to others.
Your words may be exactly what someone needs to hear.
The next time you cross paths with another woman…
Smile.
Say hello.
Tell her she’s beautiful.
You never know how much those two simple words might change her day—or even her life.
And if this message touched your heart, please share it with someone you love and care about. A simple act of kindness has a way of creating ripples that travel farther than we’ll ever know.
Peace, Love & Light. 💚🧘🏾♀️
Be You: The Freedom of Letting Go of Other People's Opinions
Godd3ss Aisha
True story...
One morning I stood in front of my closet thinking, "What should I wear?" 🤔
It was a little chilly outside, so I grabbed a pair of jeans, a cute sweatshirt, and my leg warmers.
"Hey...cute and comfy!" 😊
I got to work.
A coworker looked at me and laughed.
"Good morning, Aisha! Girl...are you trying to bring leg warmers back?!" 😂😂😂
"I haven't seen those since the '80s!"
We both laughed, but later I caught myself thinking...
"Am I old school?"
"Am I out of style?"
"Am I not keeping up with the times?"
Later that day, I asked my boyfriend at the time,
"How do I look?"
He smiled and said,
"You look good...but you should tighten up that tummy. Get that 'snatched' look like Cardi B or Megan Thee Stallion."
I paused.
I had already been thinking about getting my stomach flatter, so hearing that made me think,
"Maybe I really do need to start working out."
Looking back, I realized something.
Even as adults, we're still playing many of the same games we played in school.
Back then, it was all about who had the latest shoes, the newest hairstyle, the coolest clothes. If you didn't keep up, someone made sure you knew it.
Has much really changed?
Today I see women—and men—working extra shifts, taking out loans, and spending thousands on cosmetic procedures just to achieve the latest beauty trend.
If you're curvy, you're told to lose weight.
If you're thin, you're told to eat more.
If your hair is natural, someone has an opinion about it.
If you color it, someone has an opinion.
So...
When does it stop?
Let's be honest.
Some people will say, "I did it for me."
And for some, that's absolutely true.
But for many of us, if we're willing to be completely honest with ourselves, at least part of that decision is driven by a desire to be accepted, validated, or approved by society.
Constantly chasing someone else's version of beauty can slowly chip away at your self-esteem.
Your subconscious is always listening.
When you repeatedly tell yourself you're not enough, eventually your mind begins to believe it—and your body often follows.
What if one day you decided...
"I'm going to dye my hair purple."
"I'm going to stop shaving."
"I'm going to wear leg warmers because I like them."
Immediately the questions start.
"What will people think?"
"What will they say?"
Then I asked myself something even more important.
Why do I care?
My answer surprised me.
I didn't want people to think I wasn't current.
I didn't want to seem outdated.
Then another question came.
"If you're constantly changing to fit everyone else's expectations...who are you?"
That question changed everything.
I realized I had been allowing social media, family, friends, trends, and complete strangers to influence how I saw myself.
Little by little, I was losing my identity.
Once I made the decision to simply be myself—and stop worrying about everyone else's opinion—it felt incredibly freeing.
I stood taller.
I walked differently.
I spoke with more confidence.
Not because I had changed my appearance...
But because I had finally become comfortable in my own skin.
Now, if your doctor recommends losing or gaining weight for your health, that's a different conversation. Taking care of your body is an act of self-love.
But if your decision is purely cosmetic, take a moment before making it.
Sit quietly with yourself.
Remove the voices of social media.
Silence the opinions of family and friends.
Forget about trends for just a little while.
Then ask yourself:
"Is this truly what I want...or am I trying to become someone else's definition of beautiful?"
You may discover that you already love the body you're in.
Whether you're curvy, slim, athletic, or somewhere in between...
Whether you wear leg warmers or designer heels...
Whether your hair is natural, colorful, long, or short...
You are worthy.
You are enough.
And that, my beautiful soul, is more than enough. 💚
If this message resonated with you, please share it with someone you love and care about. You never know who may need the reminder that they are already enough, just as they are.
Peace, Love & Light. 💚🧘🏾♀️
Understanding Healing Is Also About How You Think
Godd3ss Aisha
I’ve learned that healing isn’t just about eating healthy, exercising, or getting enough sleep. Those things are incredibly important, but I’ve discovered there’s another powerful piece of the puzzle—our thoughts.
After reading The Power of Your Subconscious Mind by Dr. Joseph Murphy, I began looking at healing in a completely different way. One lesson that stayed with me is that our subconscious is always listening. The words we speak to ourselves matter.
When we constantly say, “I’m sick,” “I’m tired,” “I’m broken,” or repeat negative thoughts, our minds begin to accept those statements as truth. I like to imagine that I’m the captain of my ship, and my subconscious is below deck. It can’t see what’s happening outside—it only follows the directions I give it.
So I started changing my language.
Instead of saying, “I’m sick,” I say, “My body is healing.” Instead of focusing on what’s wrong, I focus on what’s getting better. Those small changes have helped me shift my mindset, reduce stress, and approach each day with hope instead of fear.
Positive self-talk may seem simple, but it can have a profound effect on our emotional well-being. When we reduce stress and negativity, we create space for peace, confidence, and healthier habits to grow. For many women especially, chronic stress can take a toll on the body, and learning to slow down and speak kindly to ourselves can be a beautiful act of self-care.
So I ask you this: What harm could it do to stand in front of the mirror each morning and say:
I am healthy. I am strong. I am worthy. I am beautiful.
It’s time to stop letting the opinions of others define who we are. It’s time to reclaim our bodies, our minds, and our energy. Step into your power, embrace your divine purpose, and become the Godd3ss you were always meant to be.
Namaste. 🧘🏾♀️✨