Let’s Start at the

Beginning

As a little girl, I was often called the B-word—bossy. 

I had big ideas, strong opinions, and the desire to lead. But like many girls, I got the message early: be nice, be quiet, don’t rock the boat. My grandmother meant well when she told me to “be sweet,” but I internalized that advice so deeply, it followed me into adulthood.

I became a woman who worked hard to be liked. Who put everyone else first. Who played the supportive role at work, at home, and in friendships—even when it came at my own expense.

I stayed too long in jobs that didn’t value me.

I said yes when I wanted to say no.

I gave expensive gifts and hours of my time, trying to prove I was worthy.

I shrank myself in rooms where I should have stood tall.