And then I put myself back together like a cosmic jewel.
🌑 Opening:
For years, I stood before reflections shaped by others.
Their words were like fingerprints on the glass: If only you were softer. If only you were smaller. If only you were less.
The mirror never shattered. But I did.
Every time I smiled when I wanted to scream. Every time I made myself polite instead of powerful. Every time I tried to earn love by editing myself into something palatable.
🌕 *The Turning *
It didn’t come like lightning. There was no grand realization.
Just silence. A kind I hadn’t sat with in a long time.
And in that silence, I had a choice: stay where I was — or keep repeating the loop.
A loop I knew too well. Same patterns, different faces. The same soul, disguised in new bodies.
And I had to ask: What am I still feeding inside me that keeps calling this back?
It wasn’t about men. It wasn’t even about love.
It was about the echo I carried. The way I’d still let old voices whisper through me: You’re not enough. You should be smaller. Quieter.
I had made myself believe that the world knew better than me.
But no more. I looked in the mirror — not for beauty, but for truth. I tried to see myself like a stranger would. No history. No projection. Just… a woman. And she? She was strong. She was exquisite. She deserved peace.
So I made a decision. To stop letting the external rearrange my internal. To stop shrinking for a world that thrives on my discomfort.
If I say I am beautiful, If I say I am worthy, Then so it is.
🔐 The Lock Inside Me:
There is now a lock inside me. A velvet box sealed tight. And inside it — the truth I no longer negotiate:
🗝 I am beautiful. 🗝 I smell like moonlight and gold. 🗝 I move like honey on purpose. 🗝 I am everything. 🗝 I am the standard. 🗝 I am the garden — not the guest.
And no man’s lack of vision will ever again define what is already divine.
🪞 Closing Reflection:
So the next time someone tries to dim you with doubt, remember the bee.
Tiny. Designed. Divine. Necessary.
Perfection is not the absence of flaws — It’s the precise and intentional contribution of your energy to the harmony of existence.
You are not here to be fixed. You are here to be remembered — by yourself.
🌸 Elvida’s Affirmation Set: The Sacred Shape of Me
Words to speak after you return to yourself.
🔹 I am not fine — I am flawlessly composed by design. I am a deliberate note in the universe’s harmony.
🔹 I no longer perform for love. I walk in the vibration of self-recognition.
🔹 My shape is not a negotiation. My form is not an apology. My presence is not a placeholder.
🔹 I was never meant to fit into anyone’s ideal. I am the original pattern.
🔹 They cannot shatter me — I took back every piece and chose where they now belong.
If the mirror has ever betrayed you, let this be the page that hands it back. Read more stories from Elvida’s Mirror Box — where truth wears perfume, memory wears pearls, and power returns to its rightful owner. 🌹 Subscribe to the Sparklebox newsletter for whispers, rituals, and radiant reclamation.