There comes a time in the life of every Survivor, every truth-teller, every woman who’s been underestimated, overlooked, or left to fend for herself—w
There comes a time in the life of every Survivor, every truth-teller, every woman who’s been underestimated, overlooked, or left to fend for herself—when she must look within and say:
“I am the source. The fire is mine. The crown is mine. The power? It always was.”
We grow up learning that strength must be granted. That power is something given—by systems, by people, by permission.
But many of us learned early:
Power can be denied.
Titles can be withheld.
Support may never come.
We are the women who grew up learning not to care what anyone called us—
after we ran home crying, face filled with tears.
“Nappy-headed.”
“Black.”
“Ugly.”
“You look like a boy.”
And worse.
But our home training, our roots, our elders taught us:
Those voices don’t matter.
What matters is what we call ourselves.
And so we learned to speak life into our own names.
To lift our own chins.
To believe in our beauty—Black beauty, bold beauty, sacred beauty.
To remember: We are not here to be defined. We are here to define.
So we became the ones who built from scratch.
Brick by brick, breath by breath.
We drew energy from sacred rage.
We gathered hope from our own silence.
We learned to whisper to ourselves when no one else would listen:
“Keep going.”
That is self-sourced power.
It doesn’t wait to be discovered.
It remembers you were born with it.
Self-sourced power is:
Walking into a room and not shrinking—even if no one claps.
Telling your truth without apology—even if it shakes.
Setting a boundary that no one understands—and standing by it anyway.
This kind of power is not loud unless it needs to be.
It doesn’t demand recognition.
It radiates.
And when you live from that place, you’re not easy to manipulate.
You’re not easy to discard.
You are centered, whole, and rooted—because you no longer look outside yourself for the proof that you matter.
🌱 Affirmations for Self-Sourced Power:
I carry the fire. I don’t wait for the match.
I no longer beg to be seen. I see myself, clearly and completely.
I build from within. My worth is not up for negotiation.
I walk in my power, even when the world isn’t ready for it.
Your light isn’t borrowed.
Your voice isn’t leased.
Your power is yours.
And that’s enough to change everything.
