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This is what we need to remind ourselves EVERY DAY.
To be fully transparent I'm in my real and raw emotions today.
If you resonate with this, this is for us...
To the woman who has spent years apologizing for being "too much,"
You were never too much.
You were just surrounded by people who were uncomfortable with a woman who knew who she was.
So they called you embarassing when you spoke your truth.
Difficult when you set boundaries.
Intimidating or obnoxious when you stood tall.
Too much when you refused to become less.
But hear this:
You could be the whole damn sun and people committed to the darkness would still complain about how you shine.
You are not here to be smaller.
You are not here to be easier to handle.
You are not here to dim your light so others can avoid facing their shadows.
You are here to take up space.
Speak your truth.
Trust your voice.
And shine without apology.
The women who change the world always get called "too much" before they're called unforgettable.
05/10/2026
I just love kissing her forehead and making it sound like farts until she is lovingly annoyed. đź¤đź¤—
Growing up with an Asian Mom meant not hearing long emotional speeches or mushy “I love you’s” with direct eye contact.
Instead, love sounded like:
“Did you eat yet?”
“Close your jacket or you'll get sick.”
“Text me when you get there.”
“Eat more.”
For many Asian mothers, love was never performative.
It was survival.
It was sacrifice.
It was carrying the weight of everyone else quietly.
My Mom loved through actions, responsibility, protection, discipline, and making sure we were always cared for… even if emotions were harder to express out loud.
But somewhere along the way… I became the generational breaker.
The black sheep.
The daughter who felt too loud, too emotional, too honest, too much.
I tell my children “I love you” endlessly.
I tell them I’m proud of them so deeply and so often that they never have to question it.
I want them to grow up believing they are worthy, safe, capable, and enough, as they are.
And unlike the generations before me…
I say what’s on my mind.
I don’t shrink myself to keep others comfortable anymore.
For a long time, I think my Mom feared my fearless version.
Worrying that speaking up would make life harder for me.
But now, I think she’s starting to see something different.
That the very thing she worried would make me “too much”…
is actually the thing helping me rise above everything that once made me feel small.
And the beautiful part is…
I still carry so much of her in me.
Her resilience.
Her loyalty and respect for all humans equally.
Her strength.
Her way of leading with love and gratitude.
Her ability to keep going no matter what life handed her.
Maybe healing in motherhood isn’t becoming the opposite of our mothers.
Maybe it’s finally taking the best parts of them…
and giving ourselves permission to evolve the rest.
To every daughter and mother learning how to honor where she came from without abandoning her authentic self in the process…
I see you. 🤍
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