I know my worth in every aspect of life. I’ve settled a lot giving people, situations, and opportunities more chances than they deserved. But at some point you have to stop just knowing your worth and start living it.
I been shitted on, lied to, betrayed, disrespected, overlooked, and left to figure that shit out alone. Yet I still show up. Still pray. Still hustle. Still love. Some of y’all don’t even know how much pain a woman can carry and still look fine as hell doing it.