Dear Unsealers,

There was a time when every reflection felt like an inner confrontation. The mirror didn’t just show my face—it amplified my flaws. Every scar, the extra weight on my body, every part of me I didn’t love, stood out louder than anything else. I’d mentally pick myself apart, measuring my worth by standards that were never mine to begin with. I avoided the mirror. Ironically, without noticing what I was saying to myself.

I didn’t see beauty—I saw my imperfections. But life has a way of forcing you to see something different.

It took a tragedy to strip away the noise. To silence the bashing I had rehearsed for years. You see, about 8 years ago, I had a massive heart attack. In facing death, I found life, stronger faith, and clarity. My views of everything, including myself, changed. I learned that it’s not about how the world sees me, but about seeing myself as I am.

That was the beginning. The beginning of seeing beyond the surface. The beginning of grace.

Today, I am blossoming in self-love.

It is not the kind you put on for a show, not the kind rooted in perfection or performance, but the kind that holds you on the hard days. The kind that whispers, You are enough, when everything else tells you, you’re not.

Now, when I look in the mirror, I still see the flaws, the evidence of survival—but instead of turning away or avoiding my reflection, I honor and thank them as I see the woman who has walked through fire and come out with a light in her eyes.

I no longer seek approval—I give it to myself.
I no longer shame the girl I used to be—I embrace her.
And I no longer try to edit my reflection to match the world’s standards—I’ve created my own.

Loving myself didn’t come easily. It took work, tears, forgiveness, patience, and unlearning years of self-criticism.

This love I have for myself is quiet but fierce. It shows up in how I speak to myself, care for my heart, mind, and body, and refuse to shrink to fit into spaces I’ve outgrown.

So, Unsealers, if you see a glow on me, it’s not makeup, filters, or anything else. It’s healing, truth, and a reflection of a woman who finally, fully, loves and embraces herself.

And if you’re still standing at the mirror, struggling to see your worth—I get it. Someday, your inner voice will learn a gentler tone. And you’ll see yourself not just as you were, but as you are becoming. You’ll realize that you’re God’s masterpiece.

I am becoming enough by embracing my beauty on the inside and out.

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With love and light,