🪞🌹📿 A woman has to recognize where she has been starving while pretending she was loved. Sometimes the wound is not that nobody wanted you.
Sometimes the wound is that being wanted became enough because your inner value had not been fully restored.
Beauty, Love, Sex, and Loyalty can be misused. Talent, gifts, femininity, devotion, patience, forgiveness, and spiritual depth can all be misused when a woman has not returned to the truth of her own worth.
Hunger makes crumbs look like provision.
Loneliness dresses attention up as intimacy.
Chemistry can convince the body to call danger devotion.
Survival trains a woman to negotiate herself down just to keep something standing.
Fantasy makes potential feel more sacred than the truth of how someone treats her.
Public approval keeps a woman performing value instead of living from it.
Your body is not a bargaining table.
Your love is not a rescue mission.
Your devotion is not a discount.
Your beauty is not an invitation to be consumed.
There comes a season when a woman must stop asking, “Do they want me?”
And start asking, “Do they have the capacity to honor what they are asking to touch?”
Worth stops being a question and becomes a standard.
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