lately, all i wanna do is love myself louder than i ever have before. no more waiting for someone to tell me i’m enough. no more looking back at the people who walked away. no more begging for the bare minimum. i’m here. i’m whole. and that’s enough
Hard lesson buat saya : The crying baby gets the milk.
Dari kecil jarang minta ini itu, bahkan kalo ada yg rusak pun nyoba diperbaiki sendiri dulu. Pas gede ortu saya ternyata ngeliat saya sebagai anak yg gampang diurus. Kuliah disuruh cari beasiswa sendiri, bahkan motorpun ga-
sometimes i wonder how many moments i lost because i was too busy framing them for a feed. life feels softer now, when i let it be mine instead of theirs.
i thought i needed likes to feel loved, but honestly? none of them ever made me believe in myself. now i’m learning to like my own reflection without waiting for numbers to tell me it’s enough.
it wasn’t just other people who made me insecure—sometimes it was me. even when i posted a picture i loved, i’d stare at it too long until i found reasons to hate it. i don’t miss that version of myself, trapped in a loop of self-doubt.
uninstalling instagram felt like pulling myself out of quicksand—slow, terrifying, but freeing. i finally stopped performing and started living, and it feels like the gentlest act of self-love i’ve ever chosen.