Now That I Remember
There was a time when I moved through life quietly, unsure of my worth and afraid of my own power. But something shifted. I started remembering. And in that remembrance, I found a light that had always been mine. This post is a reflection of that return — a moment I reclaimed myself.
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Now that I remember, I no longer shrink to fit.
I walk in truth. I speak in light. I am whole, and I am home.
It wasn’t easy growing up in this world as a dark-skinned little girl. I was teased not only because of my skin, but also because I was skinny. So, you can imagine that low self-esteem took root very early.
I didn’t grow up in a home where affirmations or encouragement flowed regularly. Honestly, I grew up feeling very lost. That sense of disconnection followed me into adulthood. For so many years, I quietly tiptoed through life. I was always sitting in the background, observing, living inside my head.
Over time, my confidence started to grow. I became more social, and my self-esteem slowly began to blossom. But the real shift came when I stepped into leadership during my time in corporate. I was fortunate enough to have a manager who truly saw me. She noticed my strengths, and for the first time in my life, I had someone who supported and encouraged me in ways I had never experienced.
That’s when everything began to change. As I started finding my voice and standing in my confidence, I began to glow—from the inside out. I felt good about myself. And others noticed. Compliments started flowing in, and I received attention no matter where I went. Life felt different. It felt good.
But that’s also when the shrinking started. Others around me hadn’t grown in the same ways I had. I found myself downplaying my greatness so I wouldn’t offend anyone, so I could stay digestible—in both my personal life and my career. I was a Black woman in leadership in corporate America. If you know, you know. People-pleasing became a part of my identity.
Now that I remember, I see how much I dimmed to survive. Now that I remember, I feel how much I gave to be accepted. Now that I remember, I reclaim what was always mine.
I no longer perform to be accepted. I no longer carry the weight of making others comfortable. I no longer quiet my light to stay safe.
Now that I remember, I live for me. Now that I remember, I speak boldly. Now that I remember, I shine fully—and I will not dim again.
This is my return. This is my power. This is my remembrance.
If you’re still finding your way back to yourself, be gentle.
You were never truly lost — just waiting to be remembered.
You are worthy. You are powerful. And your light is still yours to claim.
Julie Renee