“I’m Done Trying to Fit In”

Hey sister,

Can I be honest with you?

I’ve spent most of my life trying to fit in.
Not just socially — but spiritually, professionally, personally.
Trying to tone it down or ramp it up. Trying to make myself more palatable, more polished, more understandable.

Trying to niche down.
Trying to find the right labels.
Trying to keep it together.

And it’s exhausting.

Truth is, I’ve always been a bit “too much” and “not enough” in equal measure.
Too emotional. Too sensitive. Too chaotic.
Not clear enough. Not strategic enough. Not consistent enough.

I’ve tried to fix that.
God, I’ve tried.
I’ve hired coaches, read the books, signed up for the strategy calls.
I’ve bent myself into every version I thought would make me more “successful,” more “magnetic,” more “aligned.”

But here’s the thing no one tells you about constantly trying to fit in:
You disappear.

You lose the sound of your own voice.
You forget what you even like.
You become so focused on being who they want you to be — you stop being who you actually are.

And sometimes who I actually am?

Well, she’s a bit much.
She’s overwhelmed. She’s loud. She’s hormonal.
She needs rest. And she doesn’t always know what she needs.
Sometimes she wants to hide. Sometimes she wants to scream. Sometimes she wants to run.

And yet —
Every time I hit that edge, I find the only way back is through.
Through the discomfort. Through the mess. Through the not-fitting-in.

Because the truth is — I’m not here to fit in.
I’m here to remember who I am.
To live as her.
To create spaces where others can do the same.

Recently, someone said they didn’t understand my language — that maybe I needed to “clarify my message” to be more accessible. And I felt that familiar tug — maybe I do need to change… again.

But I’m done.
I’m not here to be decoded.
I’m not here to shrink.
I’m not here to wrap myself in palatable packaging.

I’m here for the ones who don’t fit in.

The wild ones.
The wandering ones.
The women with a hundred tabs open in their soul.
The ones who are too sacred for a single niche.
The ones who’ve spent too long shape-shifting for love, success, approval.

If that’s you — then maybe, just maybe — you’ve already found your people.

And if you’re still figuring out what “coming home to yourself” even means…
That’s okay.
For me, it means stopping.
It means silence. Nature. Movement. Breath.
It means asking: What do I need today? and How can I be kind to myself in this moment?

It’s not a linear path.
But it’s mine. And I’m finally ready to walk it without apology.

Here’s to the women who are done pretending.
Here’s to you.
Here’s to all of us — the ones who were never meant to fit in.

PS: If you’re one of us — the ones who don’t fit in — come and listen to this week’s podcast. I speak more deeply and personally than words on a screen ever can.

🎧 Podcast: “I’m Not Here to Fit In”
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