From Quiet Girl to boss Energy: my story begins."
By Meeracle
INTRODUCTION
I wasn't born loud. I wasn't the girl who walked into a room and turned heads.i was the one sitting quietly in the corners ,watching the world move and wondering where I fit in
for years, I stayed small.Not because I had nothing to say,but because I was scared that no one would listen.life taught me to shrink,people made me feel invisible.but something deep inside me knew this couldn't be all there was
I've been overlooked, underestimated, and talked down to i've battled self-doubt,heartbreak, fear, and silence.but guess what?? I didn't stay down.
This book is not about perfection.its about the glow up you don't see on social media. it's about crying in the dark and still getting up in the morning. it's about learning to clap for yourself even when nobody else does. if you've ever felt like you weren't enough,this is for you
CHAPTER 1
THE QUIET BEGINNING
I remember those days when my voice felt too small for the world, days when I wondered if anyone would ever hear me.i was that quiet girl,the one who watched more than she spoke, who smiled politely but held a thousand questions inside.
Growing up,life didn't hand me a loudspeaker. it handed me silence, not the peaceful kind but the kind that makes you feel invisible.i learned early that keeping queit was easier than speaking up and risking being ignored or worse, laughed at.
school was a place of whispers and shadows.i wasn't the star in the classroom or the loudest in the crowd.but beneath that quiet exterior I was dreaming,dreaming of a life where my voice mattered, where my story counted.
My family loved me,but expectations were heavy.They wanted me to be the good girl,obedient,calm,and never causing trouble,so I wrapped myself in that role like a shield hiding my fears, my ambitions,even my laughter but inside, the fire was there, flickering. it was a stubborn light that refused to die out no matter how many times I tried to dim it
This chapter isn't just my story it's the story of anyone who's ever felt small in a world that rewards loudness.its about finding that tiny spark of courage inside,and letting it grow,even when the world tries to put it out.
CHAPTER 2
THE BREAKTHROUGH
It happened on a random afternoon, nothing fancy. No spotlight. just a classroom. a teacher and me nervous as ever, we were asked to write a personal essay about "WHO YOU ARE".my pen shook at first.but once I started, the words poured out like rain. i wrote my truth about being quiet,about how people overlook girls like me, about how loudness doesn't always mean strength. I didn't hold back. For the first time, I let my thoughts fly free on paper.
A week later,the teacher stood in front of the class holding a few essays. She said ,"One of these pieces really stood out,"then she read it aloud every word echoed in that room.my words.my story. I sat frozen.shocked.scared.seen.and when she finally said my name,i felt something cracked open inside me like maybe this voice of mine isn't meant to be hidden after all.
that day,I didn't just get recognised,I was heard, and from that moment, I know writing was more than just an escape it was my weapon.my gift.my way to leave a mark.
CHAPTER 3
SMALL STEPS,BIG SHIFTS
After that essay moments, something in me refused to stay hidden.i didn't suddenly become bold overnight but I started saying yes to things I'd normally avoid.
like volunteering to lead a group project even when my voice shook or raising my hands in class heart pounding,but still choosing to speak.those small yeses became my stepping stones each one felt scary but everytime I pushed through I felt my power grow. of course,not everyone clapped.some people rolled their eyes,some friends fell off ,I started realising that not everyone's meant to go with you when you start choosing yourself I also started paying attention to what made me feel alive. writing.helping others. encouraging people. uplifting women like me who felt too soft". for a loud world.the more I followed that energy the clearer things became.i wasn't just finding my voice I was becoming it
CHAPTER 4
THE ONE THAT BROKE ME( BUT BUILT ME TOO)
They never tell you that sometimes the people who say "I love you can still break you.he came into my life like a soft breeze gentle words, sweet promises, eyes that saw me when I thought I was invisible. for a while,I let myself believe I was safe.that maybe, just maybe this was what love looked like.but love is not supposed to make you feel small. it's not supposed to make you feel small. its not supposed to silence your voice or make you question your worth.
At first it was subtle.he'd laugh when I spoke about my dreams,call them "too big"he'd say I was too sensitive ".too emotional, "too much".and slowly I started shrinking again the girl who worked so hard to grow started folding herself to be "enough " for someone who never truly saw her.the day I walked away wasn't loud or dramatic.it was quiet.powerful.i remember staring in the mirror, my eyes tired, but clear I told myself,
" you deserve more. you are more".
And that was it.I LET GO. yes, it broke me.but it also rebuilt me. I began to fall inlove with myself again. I wrote like crazy.i. I poured my pain into pages, i started walking taller, laughing louder, not because I was finally free .that heartbreak was the death of who I used to be...and the rebirth of the woman I was becoming.
CHAPTER 5
BECOMING HER
Healing wasn't a straight road.it was messy,Emotional and sometimes lonely. but one thing about growth?people start asking,"wait what changed?".
I changed
I stopped begging to be seen
I stopped Explaining my worth
I stopped shrinking for people who couldn't handle my light.this was my glow up,not just looks but spirit. I started dressing for the woman I was becoming, not the girl I used to be.
I started saying "NO"without guilts and "YES"without fear.I created routines that fed my soul, early morning prayers deep journaling, music that made me feel like a boss.
peace became my new standard. if anything disrupted it, I let it go, no matter who or what it was.
people noticed.they said I looked happier, stronger, more me.but they didn't see the tears, the nights I doubted myself, the work I put in to rebuild. this chapter of my life wasn't loud it was calm, intentional,beautiful. I didn't become perfect....I just became HER.....the version of me that no longer ask for permission to exist
I wasn't just finding myself.
I was becoming someone others could find strength in.
CHAPTER 6
PURPOSE FOUND ME
I used to think purpose was something you searched for.that it would come with flashing lights maybe even applause but nah, purpose crept in quietly like a whisper in the middle of chaos.it showed up when I started sharing my truth.
A simple post.a journal entry I was brave enough to let the world read:a conversation with a friend who was going through what I had survived.thats when I knew my pain wasn't wasted.my voice wasn't just for me anymore.i started writing more intentionally,speaking boldly and holding space for women like me, quite warriors who were tired of being silent.and everytime someone said, " Thank you for saying what I couldn't ".I felt something unlock deeper inside me.This was bigger than me, helping others heal became my joy.uplifting other women became my assignment.i didn't need to be famous. I just needed to be real.Thats what purpose feels like,when your past becomes someone else's survival guide and in living my truth, I finally understood.
CHAPTER 7
I AM HER .PERIOD .
No more hiding. no more dimming. no more second guessing myself. I've walked through self doubt, silence, heartbreak and healing, and I'm still standing stronger.louder.softer in the right places,but no longer easy to break.
Now,I don't apologise for taking up space. I don't lower my standards to make people comfortable. I don't wait for validations to move. I validate myself.
when I look in the mirror, I see her the woman I prayed to become the one who once whispered her dreams into pillows now speaks them boldly into rooms.the one who was scared to be seen now chooses to be unforgettable. this isn't arrogance. this is earned confidence. this is earned confidence. this isn't arrogance. this is earned confidence. this isn't arrogance. this is earned confidence. this is what rising from the mud looks like,unbothered,untouchable, unapologetically ME.
some days are still hard.i still cry.i still question things. but the difference now?I NEVER DOUBT.
WHO I AM AGAIN.
Because after everything I've been through, This is the only truth that matters.
I am her.Not becoming. Not almost. I
Am. Her!!!.
Epilogue: still Rising
This isn't the end of the story.its just the beginning of a louder,freer,bolder chapter.
Because healing is not a final destination. its a daily decision to keep showing up, keep choosing yourself and keep re writing the script, no matter how many times life tries to flip the pages for you.
I still have moments of doubt.i still catch myself playing small.but now I catch it and I correct it.
I remind myself: I am the proof that quiet girls can roar.that softness is strength. that being overlooked doesn't mean you are not chosen, it just means you're reserved for something greater.
so if you ever feel unseen unheard or unsure, just know. ....
you're just becoming. ....and there's no timeline on greatness.
because me?
I'm still rising, still glowing.
still her
" IAM HER: THE JOURNEY OF A QUEIT GIRL WITH A LOUD SPIRIT đź’«
This book is going to touch hearts, heal souls, and remind quiet girls everywhere that their voice matters,and when they finally speak, the world listens!!!!.