Tuesday, September 6, 2016

A Journey to Rediscover Inner Radiance




Finding My Light Again: 

Life has a way of dimming us sometimes, doesn’t it? In the rush of days—work, worries, the hum of expectations—it’s easy to lose sight of what keeps us glowing. I’ve been there, caught in shadows cast by others’ words, drifting from the person I knew I could be. But I’ve learned that our inner radiance isn’t lost; it’s waiting, ready to shine when we choose to nurture it. This isn’t about chasing perfection or bowing to the world’s noise—it’s about holding tight to what matters, steering our own course with grace and grit. Today, I’m sharing how I rediscovered my light, along with a few ways to keep yours burning bright, no matter what comes your way. It’s a story of stumbles and strength, and I hope it sparks something in you, too.

Rising Above the Noise

There’s a moment in every tough encounter—when someone’s rude, dismissive, or just plain negative—where you feel the heat rise, the urge to snap back. I used to let it pull me in, especially as a kid with a quick tongue and quicker temper. A cutting remark from a classmate or a jab about my skinny frame would have me firing back, words sharp and fast. But it never felt good after—just a tangle of frustration that left me heavier than before. Over time, I realized there’s power in walking away, in choosing not to let someone else’s storm become mine.

Now, when negativity strikes, I aim to rise above it. Take last week—I was at a café, and a stranger snapped at me for bumping their chair. Old me might’ve retorted; new me took a breath, smiled, and moved on. It’s not about weakness—it’s strength, a quiet kind that keeps my peace intact. If it’s too much to shrug off, I lean on my anchors—my parents, a friend who gets it—because no one should face a flood alone. Silence isn’t surrender; it’s a shield. I’ve seen how reacting can egg on the noise, but stepping back? That’s where resilience lives. It’s a choice to hold your ground without losing yourself, and it’s saved me more times than I can count.


Building a Circle of Light

Who we surround ourselves with shapes us—more than we often admit. I learned this the hard way, spending years with people who dulled my spark. In school, I had friends who’d tease my slim build until it wasn’t funny anymore, their words chipping at my confidence like a slow drip. I stuck around, thinking that’s just how it was, until I saw what real connection could be. Positive friends—those rare souls who lift you up, not drag you down—became my lifeline.

Now, I cherish my circle. There’s my college buddy who texts me bad puns to make me laugh, my mom who listens without judging, my husband who sees me even on my quiet days. They’re not just company; they’re mirrors reflecting my worth, boosting my self-esteem when it wavers. Time with them—coffee chats, late-night calls—feels like sunlight, warm and steady. I guard that energy fiercely, because it’s fuel for growth. A good friend doesn’t just cheer your wins; they help you find your footing when you stumble. Cultivating those ties has taught me that radiance isn’t solo—it thrives in the company we keep.

Shifting the Lens

Tough days come for us all—those moments when emotions swirl, and the world feels too heavy. I used to sit in that muck, replaying hurts until they grew roots. It was a habit that dimmed me, especially in my teens when criticism hit hard. Then I learned the trick of distraction—not avoidance, but a gentle pivot. When the weight creeps in now, I step outside. A walk in the park, leaves crunching underfoot, can shift my whole outlook. Or I’ll grab a soccer ball, kick it around until my mind quiets. Picnics with friends, a good book—anything that pulls me out of the spiral and into joy.

Last month, after a rough work call left me rattled, I grabbed my dog and hit the trails. The air was crisp, the trees golden, and by the time we looped back, that knot in my chest was gone. It’s not about running from problems—it’s about giving yourself space to breathe, to see past the fog. I’ve found that joy isn’t a luxury; it’s a reset, a way to reclaim my perspective. Whether it’s a sweaty game or a quiet page-turner, those moments are my lifeline, lighting me up when the dark presses in.

 Stories That Inspire

There’s something powerful about sharing where we’ve been—those raw, real tales of falling and getting back up. I’ve started opening up more, not just to process my own journey but to connect with others walking similar paths. Telling my story—how I went from a kid crushed by comments to a woman who owns her space—feels like handing out a map. It’s not preachy; it’s honest. When I talk about the years I shrank under judgment, or the book that flipped my world, I see nods, hear “me too” whispers. It builds a bridge, a little community of resilience.

I shared this once at a college event—my tale of doubt and discovery—and afterward, a girl came up, eyes bright, saying it gave her hope. That’s the ripple: one story sparks another. It’s not about having all the answers; it’s about showing the mess and the mend. We’re stronger together, and every time I recount how I found my way, it reminds me—and maybe you—that radiance isn’t fixed; it’s fought for, reclaimed, shared.



A Personal Turning Point

Let me take you back to where this all shifted. Growing up, I was the skinny kid—lanky, all elbows and knees, tearing around the soccer field or sprinting at track meets. Food was fuel, not fuss—I’d eat what I wanted, when I wanted, much to my mom’s occasional despair. She’d nudge me toward veggies, but I was too busy running to care. It never bothered me; I felt strong, alive, free. That lasted through childhood and into high school, a stretch of years where my body was just mine, no second thoughts.

Then came 11th grade, and the world turned loud. Suddenly, my slim frame wasn’t just mine anymore—it was everyone’s to judge. Classmates, cousins, even strangers started chiming in: “You’re too skinny,” “Eat more,” “You look like a stick.” It wasn’t a passing comment—it was a chorus, relentless and sharp. At first, I brushed it off, laughing with a shrug. But the drip became a flood, and I couldn’t unhear it. Society’s beauty rules—curves here, fullness there—pressed in, and I didn’t fit. It baffled me then, and honestly, it still does—why my body, doing its job, became their problem.

Live Your Dreams

The noise sank deep. I started dodging mirrors, skipping hangouts, dreading the next remark. The girl who’d chatter with anyone turned quiet, pulling hoodies tight to hide what I couldn’t change. My confidence crumbled, piece by piece, until I barely recognized myself. I’d sit in my room, replaying their words, wondering what was wrong with me. It was a slow fade—lively to lost—and I let it happen, caught in a trap of caring too much what they thought.

Then came the lifeline: “Live Your Dreams” by Les Brown. I found it on a dusty library shelf, its title a dare I didn’t know I needed. I cracked it open one rainy afternoon in 11th grade, and it hit me like a jolt. Brown’s voice roared off the page: Don’t let others steal your story. Don’t hand your life to their opinions. I’d been doing just that—letting a choir of critics rewrite who I was. The book didn’t sugarcoat it: if I kept on that path, my dreams, my joy, my 'me' would slip away, owned by voices that didn’t know me.


That day cracked something open. I closed the book, heart pounding, and decided: no more. I stopped hiding. I wore what I wanted—bright shirts, not just baggy cover-ups. I called friends I’d ghosted, laughed with them again, felt their warmth pull me back. My smile crept out, tentative at first, then bold. It wasn’t instant—I still heard the comments, felt the sting—but I stopped letting them rule. I didn’t need their nods to stand tall. College came, and I bloomed—sports teams, debate club, late-night study sessions. My grades climbed, my legs carried me through races, and at the end, they handed me the All-Rounder award—best in sports and beyond. Me, the skinny kid who’d doubted herself, shining on my terms.

Living My Own Way

That pivot was my liberation—a lesson in owning my worth, not borrowing it. Those years taught me that radiance isn’t about fitting a mold; it’s about breaking it when it doesn’t fit you. I’d let the world dim me once, but never again. Now, when negativity flares, I rise above—walk away, lean on my people, keep my peace. My circle lifts me—friends who see me, family who hold me steady. I shift my focus when the weight presses—runs, books, moments that spark joy. And I share it, because my stumbles might light someone else’s way.

Prague taught me beauty; this taught me strength. It’s not about silencing the noise—it’s about tuning it out, choosing what fuels you. I still love my slim frame—it’s carried me through marathons, dances, life. Society’s rules? They’re not mine unless I say so. The moment I claimed that, everything shifted—freedom, joy, a life that’s unapologetically me. You’ve got that power, too. Cherish what’s yours, ditch what’s not, and watch your light flare. It’s not out there—it’s in you, waiting to glow.

Dress - Shein l Bag - Louis Vuitton l Watch - Micheal Kors l Shoes - ASOS


12 comments:

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  3. Your bag is so nice! I love it :)

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  5. Such a gorgeous look!! You are so pretty!
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  6. fashiongirllookbook11 September

    Wow girl, loving the dress, the bag!! To die for!

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  8. such a powerful msg and im glad you shared your story you are so confident i cant believe that you went through this phase too! you always looked so
    perfect so its quite shocking...!! wow....!! thanks girl great write up!

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