I couldn’t help but wonder… what if we’ve had strength all wrong?

We grow up believing that strength is about holding it all together, pushing through, and never showing weakness. We wear our resilience like armor, smiling on the outside while our insides maybe desperatly ache for rest. But the longer we hold on, the heavier it becomes.

Then one day, we might soften, or something happens so we become forced to soften.

This is truly our souls communicating through our bodies...

We let the tears come instead of swallowing them. We begin to rest. We might start questioning who we truly are. We exhale the breath we’ve been holding for far too long. We admit that we can’t, and in that surrender, something miraculous happens: we don’t break. We expand.

As a Feminine Embodiment Coach, I see women rediscover this truth every day. In the gentle drop of shoulders during meditation, in the way a body relaxes under healing touch, The true feelings who shows up when they release the blocked ones, -in the stillness that arises when we dare to stop striving.

Softening is not the opposite of strength. It is strength in its most authentic form. Because it takes far more courage dare to be seen as we are, than to pretend to be what we are not.

So maybe the real question is not “how strong can I be?” but “how soft am I willing to become?”