She’s Still Becoming (But Don’t Get It Twisted)

There are so many moments where I’ve looked at my own reflection and asked, who am I becoming? Not the version other people see. Not the titles, not the labels, not the roles I play for everyone else. But me. The woman I’m building every day, choice by choice. The woman I am when no one’s watching.

This is my reminder to myself. And maybe yours too.

She is rhythm and realness.
Sunday prayers with a side of Bronx hustle.
The kind of woman who’s been cracked by life
but never crumbled.

She walks like every storm taught her something.
Like she carries her grandparents’ prayers
and her daughter’s future
in the same purse.

She is not one to shrink.
She speaks up, stands tall, and holds her ground,
even on the days when doubt tries to creep in.
She’s not loud for the sake of being loud.
She’s loud when it matters. She’s luminous.

Her story isn’t filtered.
It’s raw, handwritten,
scrawled in survival and sealed with grace.
She’s faced goodbyes she didn’t ask for,
but never let them define her.

Life has handed her lemons,
and all she’s done is create lemonade with a twist whenever necessary.

She doesn’t chase. She chooses.
Peace over pressure.
Legacy over noise.
And herself, over and over again.

So when you see her smiling,
don’t assume it came easy.
That smile is stitched from loss, forgiveness,
and a thousand mornings she reminded herself,
I’m still here.

She’s still healing.
Still writing.
Still showing up.
Still becoming.

And trust, she’s not done yet.

That Said: Now it’s your turn.

If you had to write a few lines about who you are , not your job, not your labels, but the real you, what would it say?

What parts of yourself have you had to fight for?
What do you want the world to know about the woman you’re still becoming?

Share it, journal it, speak it out loud. Just don’t forget. You’re writing your story every day.

Heal & Hustle

~A