Recently I had my first article published on Thought Catalog. It was one from the depths of my heart. Truth be told, I expected little to no response on it. I thought people would maybe glance over it, skim through it and just think “another day, another broken girl.”
But then something happened that I never really expected or prepared for.
People started reaching out to me and thanking me! I received texts, emails, all kinds of messages – with the same basic principle. No one pitied me as I feared they might. In fact, they embraced my words, thanked me for being so real, and asked for more! I was overwhelmed and little bit shocked. Also very excited.
The amount of women who told me that they were going through similar things or understood what I had went through was more than I ever imagined.
It started to make me think – I am literally being THANKED for being real. For being true to myself, my heart, and my soul. For just saying what is on my mind. When did that become so abnormal that we have to thank people for that?
I was definitely a little bit nervous posting something so real and true, but I am also not about to apologize for my true feelings and thoughts.
For most of my life, I have always tried to conform to what I think people would want me to be (as most of society does these days.) But then I slowly started to realize that no matter who I decide to show up as, whether it is the true Victoria or the fake one that I think everyone wants, there will still be people that like me and there will always be people that dislike me.
So hey, why not just be the real, unapologetic, wild, loving woman that I am?
The more that I started speaking my own “truth,” the more I noticed people starting to respect me and my decisions. When I hold true to what I know, think, feel, and believe – without apologizing for it – people show so much respect and love for that. I found that people started listening to me more and criticizing less. It was almost as though they wanted to hear me out.
I used to be the type to just go with whatever everyone else was doing. I didn’t want to stand out, I always just wanted to fit in.
And I mean this in so many different aspects. I have always been so afraid of what people would think about me. But then one day, in my twenties, I just decided that it actually and truthfully does not fucking matter.
As long as you are doing what you want with intent and with confidence and it is true to YOU, then quite honestly, who gives a fuck.
So my advice is to just be you. Be true to who you are and what your heart holds. Your soul will always guide you, you will always be good enough, and you will always be okay.
There is only one you and there will only ever be one you. You owe it to yourself and to the world to shine how you were meant to. The world needs more people like YOU.