Chapter 1: Glow-Up Diaries

Ok, I don’t know when it hit me exactly — maybe somewhere between the third rewatch of Ratatouille and realizing I’ve been walking around like a half-baked croissant of my former self - but something clicked.

I’m done dimming my light for people who couldn’t handle the full warmth.

Yes, I love deeply. Yes, I crack open like a pistachio. Yes, I say “olive juice” instead of “I love you” because that’s how emotionally awkward and oddly poetic I am. And yes, sometimes grief sneaks up during the most mundane things - a song, a scent, a moment in silence.

But here’s what I’m focusing on now:

Me.

The version of me who’s entering her glow-up era - not the Instagram kind (though let’s be honest, it’ll look good), but the kind where soul meets intention. Where peace outweighs performance. Where healing isn’t rushed but reclaimed.

I want to lose weight — not to disappear, but to reintroduce myself to the woman inside. I want toned arms, a calm mind, a radiant presence, and a life that feels aligned. I want love — the kind that sees me without needing subtitles. I want dates that feel like shared joy, not silent auditions for worth.

And yes, I downloaded Tinder. No, I don’t know if I will be using it. But the fact that I’m here - breathing, rebuilding, reimagining, matters.

I started this blog not because I had answers, but because I needed space for the questions. The quiet ones that arrive during long walks, soft mornings, and deep exhales. The ones that ask:

• Why did I shrink to fit?

• When did I confuse attention with care?

• What do I really deserve?

And maybe you’re here because you’ve asked yourself those things too.

This blog is my permission slip to wander, to create, to reconnect with joy, with stillness, with the version of me that’s always been waiting beneath the noise.

Right now, I’m:

✨ Cooking meals that feel like love letters to my body
✨ Drinking water like it’s sacred
✨ Moving, sweating, releasing what doesn’t belong
✨ Lighting candles, curating playlists, and dressing in ways that make me feel alive
✨ Healing, softly and unapologetically without waiting for permission

I don’t want to be almost loved. I want to be met deeply, truly, and without conditions.

So if you’re here too searching, shedding, starting over - welcome. You’re not too late. You’re not too much.

You’re right on time.

And this?
This is just the beginning.
Let the glow-up begin.