But I've realized something: the people who actually matter aren't attracted to a version of me. They're attracted to me. The real me, with all my confusion and my big feelings and my inexperience. The me that's still figuring things out. 💫

I think the best thing for me right now is to stop trying to be the "right" kind of girl and just be the only kind of girl I can actually be—the honest one. The one who gets excited about small things. The one who cares maybe too much. The one who's still learning. When I stop performing and just exist, people respond differently. They actually see me. 💛

And maybe that's the whole point? Not to become someone worthy, but to realize I already am, just by being myself?

Does being authentic feel like a risk to anyone else, or is it just me?