Christêé

17/10/2025

to be beautiful means to be yourself, you don't need others to accept you. you just need to accept yourself 🌸

14/10/2025

There was a day after NYSC I just broke down.
I picked up my phone and called my mom, crying uncontrollably.
I told her I was tired.
Tired of applying for jobs that never called back.
Tired of pretending everything was fine when I didn’t even have food at home.
Tired of waking up every morning without a plan or money in my account.

I was even sick that week, and it just felt like everything was falling apart at once.
And all my mom could say was, “Don’t worry, one day it will happen.”

But I didn’t want to hear that.
I was tired of hearing “one day.”
I wanted that day to be today.
I wanted things to finally make sense — for something to just work.

That period made me hate motivational talks.
Because it felt like everyone had words but no real solutions.
I didn’t want to be told it would get better,
I wanted to see it get better.

It’s been months since that day, and things are still not perfect.
But I’ve learned that progress doesn’t always come in loud moments.
Sometimes it’s quiet — like getting through a day without crying,
or finding joy in little things again.

Some days are better, some days feel like starting over,
but it’s not as bad as before — and that alone gives me hope.

Because even slow progress is still progress. 🌿

12/10/2025

Yesterday I was watching a movie with my mom. There were three friends — one ran a POS business, one just came from the village looking for a rich man to “change her story,” and the third was the supportive friend giving relationship advice 😅

The POS girl mistakenly received ₦1 million instead of ₦100,000 and returned it. That single act of honesty made her meet a rich guy who fell in love with her.
The village girl? She met a fraudster who used her money and still broke her heart… until pregnancy “changed him.”

By the end of the movie, everyone was smiling, love found them all, and life was perfect.
But I just shook my head. Because in real life, things don’t always play out like that.

Sometimes, good people return money and still struggle for years.
Sometimes, people pray, try, and hustle but still don’t have it figured out.
And sometimes, the story doesn’t make sense yet — because it’s still being written.

So if life feels slow or messy right now, just breathe.
You’re not in the wrong movie — you’re just in the real one. 🌿

11/10/2025

When I was younger, I used to think adulthood would be fun.
You know… wake up in my own apartment, dress up for work, earn a steady salary, hang out with friends, and smile through life.

Blame it on Nigerian movies too — they made it look so easy.
You graduate, suddenly become a CEO, buy a mansion, have a fleet of cars, or someone from nowhere just dashes you five million naira to “support your dream.”
I honestly thought that’s how life would go.

But nobody told me it also meant crying silently sometimes, juggling bills, worrying about what’s next, and pretending to be fine even when nothing feels right.

I remember the first time I realized “growing up” wasn’t what I imagined.
It was the day I stared at my phone, calculating how to manage the little I had left — and I laughed, not because it was funny, but because… this was real life.

Still, in the middle of all this, I’ve learned something beautiful —
Life may not always go the way we planned, but it has a way of teaching us strength, patience, and faith.

Now I’m learning to take it one day at a time, to stop comparing my pace with others, and to trust that even slow blooms still blossom beautifully. 🌷

What about you — when did adulthood first hit you?

10/10/2025

I don’t know if it’s just me, but sometimes life gets so heavy that the only way I know how to breathe again is to cry.
Not because I’m weak, but because holding everything in feels heavier than letting it out.

There are days when I stay strong for too long — smiling, showing up, acting fine — but deep down, my mind is screaming for rest. And when the tears finally come, it’s not a breakdown, it’s a release.
It’s like my soul saying, “you’ve carried enough, now let it go.”

Crying doesn’t make you soft. It makes you human.
It means you still care, you still feel, you still have hope.

So if you ever find yourself crying late at night or silently wiping tears no one else can see — please know that you’re not alone. You’re just letting your heart breathe. 💧

One thing I’ve learned is: after the tears, there’s clarity. After the pain, there’s peace. And somehow, the next morning, you find strength you didn’t know you had. 🌅

Keep going. You’re doing better than you think.

09/10/2025

09/10/2025

You know how growing up, you plan your life in your head?
Graduate at 23, serve, get a good job, get married, have cute kids…
Yeah, life looked so organized in our imaginations 😌

Then reality hits and it’s like—
“Ma’am, calm down, we’re doing this at our own pace 😭”

You finish school and suddenly everything feels slower than expected.
Plans change, jobs don’t come easily, dreams take longer…
But somehow, you start learning, growing, and finding peace in the process.

Life didn’t go as planned, but I’m learning to trust the plot twist.
Because sometimes delay isn’t denial—it’s direction. 🌱

08/10/2025

Today, I’m crushing on the woman I’m becoming.
The one who has fallen, cried, and started over more times than she can count — but still wakes up every day determined to try again.

I’ve learned to clap for myself even when no one is watching, to rest without guilt, to keep showing up even when I don’t feel like it.
I’ve grown softer, but stronger. Quieter, but wiser.

The truth is, I haven’t figured it all out — but I’m learning to love the version of me that’s still unfolding.
The girl who once doubted everything about herself is slowly becoming the woman who finally believes she’s enough.

So here’s to me — the work in progress, the late bloomer, the woman who’s still growing, still trying, and still shining. 🌸

07/10/2025

There was a time I used to scroll through my phone and feel like everyone was doing better than me.
Someone was getting a new job, another person was traveling, and the rest seemed to have their lives figured out — while I was just… trying.

I would smile and say “congratulations” but deep down, I’d wonder when my own turn would come.
That quiet comparison made me question my pace.

But over time, I’ve learned something: everyone blooms differently. 🌸
The same sun that melts ice also hardens clay — meaning life doesn’t move at the same speed for everyone.

Some of us are in our planting season, others are harvesting — but both are part of growth.

So if it feels like your life is slow right now, don’t panic. You’re not behind, you’re just blooming in your own time. 🌱

06/10/2025

This morning, I didn’t wake up feeling like a motivational quote 😅.
My alarm rang, and I just stared at it. I snoozed it once, twice… even scrolled through my phone pretending I had urgent messages to reply.

For a few minutes, I just sat there, thinking about everything I had to do this week — the goals, the work, the unfinished things from last week. It almost made me want to crawl back into bed.

But somehow, I got up. Brushed my teeth. Fixed my bed. Took it one small step at a time.

And that’s when it hit me — showing up doesn’t always look perfect.
Sometimes it’s not about being full of energy or motivation. Sometimes it’s just quietly choosing to try again, even when you don’t feel ready.

🌱 Growth doesn’t always roar. Some days, it just whispers, “Get up, do what you can.”

So if today felt slow or messy, it’s okay. You still showed up — and that’s something to be proud of.

05/10/2025

When I was in JSS1, I envied girls who had short skirts. 😅 So one day, I decided to cut mine — just to “belong.” But the moment I finished, guilt and shame hit me. That’s not how I was raised. I couldn’t even wear it outside. I ended up borrowing a skirt from someone who had two. 😂

Looking back now, it’s funny — but also a reminder. Sometimes, we try to fit into places or trends that were never meant for us. We shrink, adjust, or cut down parts of ourselves just to blend in.

But real beauty? It’s in being you. In standing tall in your own story, even if your “skirt” doesn’t look like everyone else’s. 🌱