She’s Not Coming Back—But I’m Not Mourning Her Anymore

Let me be real with you:

The old me?

The one who tolerated disrespect, hid behind oversized hoodies, and tried to keep the peace by losing herself in the process? She’s gone.

And she’s not coming back.

For a long time, I grieved her. I missed the version of me who put everyone first because it felt noble.

I missed the girl who bit her tongue to avoid conflict, the one who was constantly bending over backward, hoping someone would notice her pain and finally say, “You deserve more.”

But here’s what I’ve learned:

No one is coming to save you.

No one is handing you your power back.

You have to take it. You have to build it.

One workout. One boundary. One hard decision at a time.

My fitness journey didn’t start in a gym. It started in the quiet breakdowns. In the messy middle of motherhood. In the guilt of wanting more, and the courage to chase it anyway. I was tired of watching life pass me by while I sat on the sidelines in my own story.

So I picked up the weights—and put down the guilt.

And somewhere in that grind, I found the woman I was always meant to be.

She’s not polished. She’s not perfect.

But she’s strong. She shows up for herself. She lifts heavy and walks taller. She doesn’t shrink to fit anyone’s comfort zone anymore.

I’m not trying to go back to who I was.

I’m building who I needed.

And if you’re reading this thinking “Damn… this is me too” — then consider this your sign.

You’re not broken. You’re being rebuilt.

You’re not selfish. You’re evolving.

This is SheStrong.

This is war paint, sweat, and resurrection.

And we’re just getting started.