#freetobeme

There’s something wild, fun, and free about a heart that’s soft and a mind that’s strong. A soul that dances to its own rhythm, even when the world seems to be out of sync. It’s about embracing your vulnerability and using it as the foundation for your strength. Because you can be gentle and fierce, kind and relentless, playful and profound....all at once.

Let’s talk about being unapologetically yourself. The world might try to box you in, define you by the labels they throw around, but your soul? It doesn’t fit in a box. It expands, it moves, it flows....like a dance that never ends. Sometimes, it’s the little things that ignite the most joy: a beat that makes your body sway, a moment where you laugh so hard your stomach hurts, a quiet moment where you simply feel. That’s freedom. That’s living.

A soft heart doesn’t mean being weak, it means choosing to love even when it’s risky. It means feeling the highs and the lows, the joy and the pain, all with open arms. A strong mind isn’t about having all the answers, it’s about knowing you can find your way through any storm. It’s about resilience, adaptability, and knowing that nothing...no one....can break you unless you let it.

And then there's the dancing soul. Every move is a release, every step is a declaration of freedom. Dancing isn’t just about the steps; it’s about the feeling. It’s about expressing what words can’t. Your soul wants to move, to explore, to break free from the constraints of a world that likes to control everything. So you dance. You dance like nobody’s watching. You dance like it’s the only thing that matters.

The magic happens when you mix these three: a soft heart that leads with love, a strong mind that holds its ground, and a soul that dances through life with untamed joy. It’s a life of adventure, of embracing the unknown with a fierce laugh and a deep breath.

When choices danced before my eyes,

You or me, the echoing cries.

I always picked you, never me,

Lost in love's sweet reverie.

Even when no choice was near,

My heart proclaimed, "It's you, my dear."

When barriers blocked my way,

Still, you mattered every day.

Yet, one morn, a whisper grew,

What if I chose me? Could it be true?

To better me, to thrive, to soar,

For us, I'd unlock a hidden door.

I embraced myself, with newfound grace,

Longing to see my dreams embrace.

To give to me, what I deserved,

My courage rose, my spirit swerved.

I noticed then, a truth untold,

You chose yourself, your heart of gold.

With a gluttonous wish, I sought some more,

Unveiling you, as you closed the door.

A face unknown, a stranger's gaze,

A bitter rift, a love's malaise.

"You chose yourself, not once chose me,

I've had enough, let me be free."

Regrets now linger, lessons found,

In putting you first, love unbound.

Now I see, the truth so clear,