The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

You’ve been in this transition for a while now—stretching, shedding, becoming. And I need you to pause momentarily and feel the weight of that truth: you’ve come far not just in miles or milestones, but in the quiet, internal revolutions that no one sees but you.

I’m proud of you.

Proud of the way you’ve learned to stand in your light. Proud that you can finally say, without flinching, I like myself. That’s not small. That’s not soft. That’s a declaration—a reclamation.

You’ve spent years wrestling with the ache of wanting to be understood, wanting to be approved of, wanting someone else’s “yes” to validate your own. And still, you kept walking even when the silence was loud, even when the applause didn’t come. Even when the mirror asked questions you weren’t ready to answer.

But now? Now you know.

Not everyone will approve. Not everyone will disapprove. And none of it—not the praise, not the critique—can outweigh the power of your voice saying, I choose me. I approve of myself. I am enough, even when the world is undecided.

This is your season of self-authorship. Of radical acceptance. Loving yourself not because others do, but because you’ve earned it. Because you’ve fought for it. Because you’ve finally realized that your approval is the only one that truly matters.

So keep going, keep choosing yourself, and keep writing your story in bold, unapologetic ink.

You are your permission slip.

With love and reverence,
Me.

By: Ms. Butterfly Genesis