I’m Allowed to Change — Choosing New Versions of Myself Without Apology
Women aren’t just expected to hold it all together,
we’re expected to stay the same while doing it.
Same smile. Same role. Same personality. Same dreams.
Same version of a woman everyone recognizes and feels comfortable with.
But let me tell you something loud, clear, and without apology:
I am not required to stay familiar to anyone.
I’m allowed to change. And I’m not sorry for it.
Because every season of my life reshaped me,
and pretending it didn’t would be the real big damn lie.
The World Loves a Woman Who Stays Small
Women get punished for evolving.
Moms get judged for outgrowing the version everyone thinks they own.
And when you start choosing yourself?
When you start shifting, healing, rebuilding?
Suddenly you’re “unstable,” “different,” “not who you used to be.”
Good.
She wasn’t built to survive the woman I’m becoming.
Every Version of Me Was Born From Fire
REBEL
The version of me that had to grow up too fast.
She learned to stand alone, carry weight, and walk through doors that were never opened for her.
RAGE
The version I hid so I wouldn’t intimidate anyone.
The part of me that gets loud, fiery, protective, and unapologetic.
She deserved daylight, not suppression.
LAWLESS
The version that got buried under responsibility.
The girl who wanted freedom, fun, recklessness, a life that wasn’t always about “being good.”
She’s resurfacing, and she’s not asking permission.
VEX
The creative version that survived everything.
The weird one.
The imaginative one.
The piece of me that kept the lights on when life went dark.
ONE BAD MAA
The woman choosing herself in real time.
Not the past me.
Not the filtered version.
Not the “easy to swallow” version.
Just me; evolving, shifting, rebuilding my blueprint without guilt.
Motherhood Changes You — and You’re Still Allowed to Change Again
People act like motherhood freezes you in place.
Like you’re supposed to stay one version of yourself forever:
The sacrificial one.
The responsible one.
The quiet one.
The predictable one.
But when your kid grows, YOU grow.
When you survive hard seasons, YOU transform.
When you finally get your independence back, YOU unlock new rooms in yourself.
You don’t owe anyone the old you.
Especially when she was built for survival, not happiness.
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Reinvention Isn’t Instability — It’s Power
Outgrowing dreams isn’t weakness.
Shifting identities isn’t confusion.
Letting old versions die isn’t chaos,
it’s evolution.
I’m not losing myself.
I’m updating my system.
The blueprint is changing because I am changing.
And for the first time in a long time,
I’m letting myself be new without needing permission, validation, or approval.
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This Is Your Permission Slip Too
You can change your mind.
You can change your pace.
You can change your boundaries.
You can change your dreams.
You can change the whole damn script if you want to.
A woman who evolves isn’t unstable.
She’s dangerous.
She’s powerful.
She’s alive.
And she’s choosing her next version without apology.
You’re allowed to change, Maa.
Louder. Bigger. Wilder.
Every version of you deserves a life.
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