A Validation From Myself

For so long, I thought validation came from outside—from praise, approval, connections, or how many people said “Wow, you’re amazing.” I spent years trying to be liked, trying to belong, trying to be seen as someone worth knowing. And it’s not wrong—I was doing what I was taught. That connections would open doors. That praise meant progress. That being known was the same as being worthy.

But something in me shifted.

Maybe it’s age. Maybe it’s becoming a mother. Maybe it’s my husband who leads his life without chasing anyone’s approval. Maybe because I meet new people. But I’ve started to see something clearly: validation only matters when it comes from within.

And here’s what I now know I’m proud of:

I’m proud of my skills.

Not the ones written on a resume, but the ones I built through life.

My resilience when I faced hard things in life.

The way I see through people.

My ability to subtly navigate emotions and use my emotional intelligence to move things in the direction I want.

Capability to speak with clarity when needed—and with silence when that’s more powerful.

My skill to manipulate emotions, not in a toxic way, but with strategy and awareness. It’s a superpower—one I once hid, now I own.

I’m proud of how I break the chain.

I didn’t let my mother’s insecurities become mine. I recognized them, faced them, and chose to do better—for myself, for my child, and for the family I’m building. That takes courage. That takes intention.

I’m proud of the warmth I create.

Not just in my home, but in the way I build connections. Not hundreds of shallow ties, but real ones—where people feel safe, seen, and understood. That’s the kind of life I’m choosing to build. Not loud. But solid.

And most of all, I’m proud of finally seeing myself.

Not through others’ eyes, but through my own.

This blog post isn’t for validation.

It’s a reminder. For me.

That I’ve earned the right to be proud.

Not because someone else said so—

But because I finally believe it.