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This… is what peace looks like.

Not perfect. Not always confident. But grounded.

I don’t fight myself the way I used to. I listen. I rest. I forgive.

I choose relationships that feel like safety, not survival. I leave spaces that require me to shrink.

I still have moments of doubt, but they don’t define me anymore. I know how to come back to myself.

I believe I’m worthy, not because I’m always doing, or achieving. but simply because I exist.

I used to think peace was something outside of me, something I had to earn. But now I know: peace is built from the inside out.

And I’m not done growing… but I’m not at war with myself anymore.

And that… feels like freedom.

I no longer beg for love, attention, or approval. If something costs me my peace, I pause now. I check in with myself first.

My worth isn’t up for debate anymore, not even in my own mind. I used to need someone else to validate me. Now, I validate myself.

I speak to myself with more kindness. Not always, but more often. And when I fall back into old habits, I know how to return without shame.

I honor my boundaries,not out of fear, but out of love.

I used to think peace was silence or stillness. But now I know, it’s alignment. It’s when who I am, what I believe, and how I live are finally on the same page.

Peace isn’t the absence of hard things. It’s the presence of self-respect.

It’s knowing I don’t have to prove myself to anyone, not even the past version of me.

I’m still growing. I still have moments of doubt, fear, even heartbreak. But the difference is: I don’t abandon myself anymore.

And that… that’s what freedom feels like.

This is what peace looks like.

Not perfect. Not polished. Just real.

Peace looks like no longer needing to explain myself to be understood.
Like making decisions based on what aligns, not what impresses.
Like choosing rest over burnout, and softness over shame.

I don’t silence my needs to make others more comfortable anymore.
I don’t overstay in places that drain me. I don’t chase love, I receive it when it’s mutual, respectful, and kind.

There are still hard days, of course. But the difference is now, I meet them with gentleness. I don’t spiral into self-blame the way I used to.

I forgive myself faster. I bounce back slower, but more intentionally.

My worth used to feel fragile. Like it depended on my productivity, my appearance, or how others treated me. But now? My worth feels rooted. Unshakeable. Even when life shakes me.

I’ve learned to sit with myself in silence and actually feel safe. That’s something I never had before.

Peace is in the pause. In the boundaries. In the breath I take before reacting.

It’s in letting go of proving, fixing, performing, and just being.

I don’t measure my progress by how ‘healed’ I look. I measure it by how honest I can be with myself.

I used to crave a version of myself who had it all together. Now, I just want to be someone I can trust. Someone I can come home to.

I’m still becoming her. Every day. But now I know, I don’t have to fight myself to grow.

I get to choose peace, over and over again.

And this… this is what peace looks like

Love, Fantasia