The Ones Who’ve Hidden Their Magic the Longest Are the Ones Who Hold the Most

Only when you believe you're worth nourishing will your soul finally remember what it means to feel whole.

Poem: Nourish

starved of love, worth and kindness

i’ve punished myself seemingly mindless

cold and lonely my empty heart aches

these bones and flesh for the soul to take

sadness inside that abruptly stops me

from ever moving forward to peacefully be

too many no’s and not enough yes’s

hurtful past that caused most of my messes

lots of self hate and ignoring my own needs

to help others when they've been afraid and weak

but the ignored emancipated child inside

never deserved to be in this brutal fight

she needs someone to be endearing and loving

so she can bloom into all she is becoming

with conviction i resolve now to nourish her well

bringing what she needs to each and every cell

for nourishment will bring her strength and vitality

and give permission for her full self to breathe

it is disheartening but so often true

that we starve ourselves of our own personal truth

it is time to place some trustful faith in the fact and resolution

that only nourishment will guide an inner revolution

no longer starving but instead thriving in these years to come

as long as I nurture my mind, soul and body with self care and love

You Were Never Meant to Be Digestible

I used to hide my weird.

Not because it was weak—but because it was invisible to the world I lived in.

I was praised for being strong. For leading, performing, producing, and achieving. I was celebrated for my brilliance, my wins, my fire, my logic. Althetiscm, determination, and the ability to talk to anyone, anywhere were always acknowledged and I hid behind those masks for years. As much as I loved those skills, qualities and experiences— they were often at the cost of something deeper that was never recognized or if it was, not in a good way.

My softness? My mercy? My intuitive knowing? My ability to sit with someone’s pain without fixing it?

Not a word.

No one ever said “thank you” for my kindness. No award ever celebrated the grace I brought into a room. And when I did offer it, it often made people uncomfortable—because it reminded them of what they’d silenced in themselves.

So I punished myself for being different. I rejected the parts of me that were “too much” or “too sensitive” or “too spiritual.”
I told myself I was doing fine—but in secret, I drank. I numbed. I starved myself. I wore sweats to bed and slept with a heating pad on every night hoping to melt away the shame.

I wasn’t feeding my body, because I didn’t know how to nourish my soul unless I felt seen, heard or held.

Have you ever felt like you were only half-experienced?

Your “Weird” Isn’t a Flaw—It’s a Wake Up Call

If you’ve ever hidden your kindness…
If you’ve been told you're “too deep,” “too emotional,” “too idealistic”…
If you’ve dulled your edges just to belong—

You’re not meant to fit in. You’re sacredly wired to remember something the world has forgotten.

That soul isn’t soft. It’s potent.
That intuition isn’t woo. It’s wisdom.
That being whole doesn’t mean being normal. It means being true.

You Are Wired for Something Greater

Inside you is an alchemist.

Not just someone who transforms pain into purpose—but someone who transforms the world by allowing themselves to be fully seen.

Your destiny isn't random. Your desires aren’t ego. They are divine instructions.

But here’s the part that most people don’t talk about:

• You cannot fulfill your mission if you are constantly starving the parts of you that make you human.

• You can’t pour from a place you’ve never nourished.

• Your soul, your softness, your weird, your wide-open heart—it all deserves to be fed. And that begins with permission.

Permission from YOU, not the outside world.

Your Nourishment Is the First Revolution

You don’t need a 10-step life plan this week.

You need a quiet revolution of the soul. One that begins with choosing to believe you are worth nourishing. Because when you nourish your true self, your entire life recalibrates around that truth.

It begins as a whisper: I don’t have to earn my place. I already belong. It continues as a shift: I no longer ignore what I need just to be who they expect me to be.

And then—before you even realize it—your whole world transforms.

Take it from the heart-tugging movie Coach Carter, when Timo Cruz boldly speaks: “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world.”

Your light, the unique, raw, weird, and often unshown pieces of you? That is what scares you the most because you know that if you were to use it at full capacity, we would all be in speechless in profound awe.

But that is exactly what we as a collective need.

And we only get there when you feed the light within you so we can soak up the pure warmth and light around you that only you can emit.

Your Weirdness Is the Thread That Weaves a New World

They told you your magic was too much. Your ideas? Too out there. Your energy? Too intense. Your softness? Too sensitive. Your vision? Unrealistic.

And so, the rebel gets reprimanded. The black sheep gets blamed. The mystic gets mocked. The oracle gets ignored. The punk gets silenced. The healer gets projected on. The tender-hearted gets taken advantage of.

• You were never the problem. You are the pattern interrupt.

• You were never meant to fit in. You were meant to reshape what “in” even means.

• You weren’t born to be understood by the status quo. You were born to dismantle it with love, integrity, and raw truth.

  The very parts of you that the world tried to correct are the exact parts that carry codes of restoration.

Your weirdness isn’t random—it’s revolutionary.
Your complexity isn’t chaotic—it’s cosmic conscious clarity.
Your refusal to conform isn’t a flaw—it’s a frequency of freedom.

And now?

You’re not just weird. You are wise. You are wonderful. You are woven with intention.

You’re not the black sheep label—you’re the sacred shepherd for a new paradigm.
You’re not the mystic limitation—you’re the translator between realms.
You’re not the rebel lacking laws—you’re the architect of liberation.

And the more you nourish your whole self—your spirit, your softness, your strangeness, your story— the more the world starts to soften in your presence.

You don’t need to prove you belong. You are the blueprint for what belonging can look like when no one has to disappear to be loved.

Small Internal Shifts Lead to Global Movements

Everything I do now, every offer I build, every message I share—it all starts with this inner reclamation. This unlearning of shame. This is remembering of magic. This nourishment of the parts I once tried to erase.

Because I don’t just believe in your personal growth—I believe in your global impact.

When you allow your full self to be loved, your life becomes a lighthouse.

That’s how unity begins. That’s how healing ripples. That’s how new worlds form—through small acts of radical nourishment.

Think of it this way, thus far, we haven’t figured out the secret potion for a better world, but we have never added the full potency ingredients of you— and we never will unless you allow your full self to shine through.

3 Soul Actions to Begin Nourishing Your Raw True Self

1. Feed What You’ve Starved

Choose one part of yourself you’ve ignored or rejected—your intuition, your softness, your weirdness, your creativity.
Action: Give it intentional attention this week. Journal from it. Speak from it. Let it take up space.

2. Say Yes to One “No” You Usually Give Yourself

Instead of defaulting to denial, choose permission.
Action: Say yes to something that replenishes you—rest, play, boundaries, stillness, joy. Choose one act of nourishment and claim it without guilt.

3. Create a Soul Nourishment Menu

Make a short list of 5 things that truly feed your soul—not your ego, not your to-do list, but your essence.
Action: Keep the list somewhere visible. Commit to doing one of them daily for the next 7 days.

Nourish What’s Dying on the Inside and Finally Breathe Life Into Your Weird…

If you are ready to start feeding the part of you that was told to stay silent, small, or palatable—start here:

NOURISH mini-course and quest is your space to breathe, rest, realign, and reawaken.

It’s not a to-do list. It’s a soul invitation. A recalibration. A remembering. Let it be your return.

Nourishment isn’t selfish.

We’ve been conditioned to believe that tending to ourselves is indulgent, that rest must be earned, that joy must be justified, that gentleness is weakness. But that’s a lie woven into systems built on depletion.

The truth?

Nourishment isn’t selfish. It’s how you come back to life.

It’s how your nervous system exhales. It’s how your gifts come online. It’s how your spirit rises and says, “I’m ready now.”

When you are nourished—mind, body, soul—you stop operating from survival and begin creating from wholeness.

You become grounded. You become generous. You become magnetic.

And that’s when the real magic happens.

Because when you are fully alive, when your cup is no longer cracked and leaking but full and flowing—you naturally become a force for peace. Not by preaching it. But by embodying it.

You speak with clarity instead of urgency. You give with intention instead of obligation. You lead with integrity instead of ego.

This is how we heal the world: by first remembering how to feed our own soul.

Ponder the Question & Metaphor

What part of me have I been starving out of fear—and what might blossom if I chose to feed it with love instead?

Let this question sit in your bones. Return to it when you feel the urge to shrink, suppress, or perform. Your answer will guide your nourishment.

Imagine a garden where one flower is never watered because the gardener thought it bloomed “too differently.” Years pass, and all the others flourish—but that one? It droops, stunted—not because it lacked potential, but because it lacked care.

Your soul is that flower. And nourishment isn’t a reward for blooming—it’s the condition required to grow.

Feed your weird. Celebrate your knowing. Speak your language. Feel your fullness.

And never again apologize for the way your soul was divinely designed.

You’re not weird— You’re woven for wonder. And the world needs exactly that.

Until next time, with celebration and love for your ‘weird’ and fierce encouragement for you to own it,

-m