You tried to become someone easier to love. 

Easier to keep.

The version of you that smiled through discomfort, softened your edges, held everything together just to be chosen.

Maybe it worked for a while. 

But love built on performance never feels safe.

This isn’t about blame, it’s about recognition.

Of the roles you played to feel worthy. 

Of the parts you quieted to be palatable.

And now? Now, you get to choose something else. 

To stop shrinking. 

To be loved not for who you could be, but for who you already are.

You were never too much. 

You were just trying to be smaller than the fullness of your soul.