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Don’t Let Anyone Define Your Limits

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  Who exactly decided that some jobs or positions are “off-limits” for women?  Like, really, who appointed them the gatekeeper of all things career-related? If it’s your passion, why shouldn’t you be there? Leadership roles, big decisions, and creating impact are all for you to grab. Society has this THING for throwing stereotypes around, especially when you’re on the brink of doing something big or a little outside the box.  You know already: someone always has an opinion on what women should and shouldn’t do, even if they’ve never been in your shoes a day in their life. But all that noise? It doesn’t deserve any space in your head. Criticism is Like Background Music: Tune It Out The moment you start making moves, it’s almost guaranteed that someone, somewhere, will have a comment about it. It’s like society’s unwanted soundtrack: “Are you sure that’s for you?” or “Wow, that’s a lot for a woman.” It’s ridiculous, but it’s real. And it can really wear you down if you let ...

Stop Apologizing for Your Pain

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  It’s frustrating, isn’t it? When others try to tell you how long you “should” grieve, hurt, or even heal after something traumatic.  Like, who gets to decide when you’re “done” feeling pain? Your struggles, your emotions, and your path to recovery are yours alone. What's traumatic for you might not be for someone else, and that’s okay. Healing doesn’t have a deadline, and there’s no “normal” way to do it.  But too often, others minimize what you’re going through. Rather than validating your experience, they say things like, “Just move on” or “It’s time to let it go” without trying to understand the situation or be supportive.  And sometimes, without even realizing it, you might start to believe them. You might start to feel like you’re doing something wrong by still feeling the pain or by needing more time. But you’re not.  You deserve a space to feel, to heal, and to be exactly where you are in your journey without fear of judgment. Imagine a safe environment...

What Do You Bring to the Table?

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  I wish you could see my side-eye every time I hear this question being asked, especially from men. The audacity, right?  It’s like, "Man, she isn’t just the table; she’s the need provider for the table."   Before anyone goes around asking, “What do you bring to the table?” maybe they should make sure that table even exists for you to add to. You can’t bring something to a table that’s not even there. Am I right, my lady? Now, let’s break this down. Here’s what you really bring to the table: 1. You See Needs and Provide Solutions You naturally spot what’s missing. Whether it’s in relationships, family, work, or anything else, you have this radar for identifying needs and filling them. You’re not just bringing value; you’re adding what’s lacking and making things better. Think about it. How many times have you filled a gap without even being asked? That’s your gift. When you bring value, it’s not just surface-level; it’s meaningful.  You see what the situation lacks ...

Firstborn Struggles: How I Built My Own Path

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  Growing up as the firstborn daughter in my family, I felt the weight of a unique responsibility.  It’s that silent, shared understanding among many first daughters that we’re not just growing up for ourselves, we’re growing up for our families, too.   There’s a belief that firstborns, especially daughters, are meant to carry the family forward, alongside our younger siblings, guiding them, supporting them, and sometimes even helping our parents in ways that are way beyond our years. My story isn’t unique in this sense. It’s one that so many first daughters live every day, taking on responsibilities early, often without being asked, but simply because we feel it’s our role. The Choice to Be Independent When I was a teenager, I made a promise to myself to work hard and become independent. I didn’t want to rely on anyone else for things I could provide for myself. I wanted to become a woman who had her own value, her own voice, and her own path.  This decision didn’t ...