[ Dear Me, 30s #1 _ The day I paused ]
In my 20s, I wanted everything — makeup, accessories, cute clothes. I loved the thrill of buying new things, filling carts, opening packages.
Looking back, maybe I just wanted to feel prettier by owning pretty things.
But now, it feels different.
A few months ago, after a shower, I looked in the mirror and thought:
“The most beautiful version of me is the one who feels healthy, clean, and glowing from the inside.”
That thought hasn’t left me.
It’s on my calendar now. Not optional, not extra — just part of life.
Since then, I started working out regularly.
I signed up for a local studio — first just one class, but I got bored. Now I go to both ballet and HIIT (yes, total opposites — and I love that).
Strength, flexibility, and cardio all in one week.
I try to go at least three times a week.
I sweat. I feel clearer. My skin is brighter. My body’s changing.
Even my mood feels lighter.
I started wearing clothes I used to avoid.
I wear less makeup — not because I have to, but because I finally feel like I don’t need to cover anything.
A white T-shirt, jeans, slippers, and a little tinted balm —
That’s all I need now to feel like myself.
Not louder.
Not flashier.
Just softer, clearer, and a little more honest.
