The true meaning of loving yourself
is making peace with who you are—no more self-betrayal, no more inner struggle.
Seizing each today, cherishing the present, and living fully and brightly.
After graduating from university, I became a music teacher—a role I held for fifteen years. Standing in the classroom, listening to children express their emotions through music, those were the most touching melodies of my youth. During this professional journey, I also found love—after ten years of knowing and loving each other, my partner and I got married. Together, we raised three children. Their growth became the center of my life. I personally taught them to read and write, accompanied them to school events and extracurricular classes, and witnessed every small step of progress and transformation. For years, I poured nearly all my time and energy into them—until one by one, they grew up, graduated, started businesses, and got married.
In my younger years, I was cheerful by nature, yet impulsive and tenacious. I couldn’t stand injustice and always felt compelled to speak up; I’d confront people when I heard gossip, needing to get to the bottom of things before I could let go. But it was precisely that passion and persistence that brought me deep friendships and a clearer understanding of myself. I love every version of me at every stage of life. Through the passing years and all the storms I’ve weathered, now in my fifties, I finally understand: a woman’s rise is not about fighting harder, but about becoming stronger within—no longer rushing to resist, but learning to make peace with herself. Looking back, the things that once kept me awake at night now feel light and distant. The moments when I had to prove who was right or wrong? I now see them simply as necessary steps on the path of growth. That once headstrong, stubborn girl has transformed into a calm, confident, and deeply empowered woman.
I love photography. To me, a photograph turns a fleeting moment into something eternal—it’s proof of joy, making beautiful experiences feel even more real. I treasure every photo I take; they are gifts to myself, destined to become the warmest and most precious memories in the years ahead. What brings me the greatest comfort is that I’ve begun to appreciate the small beauties in life—and at last, I truly understand what it means to “love myself.” No more compromising my needs, no more draining inner conflicts, and certainly no more wasting emotions on people who don’t deserve them. I simply want to embrace each today, care for my body, and cherish the happiness and peace I now hold. Health, joy, and safety—these are the simplest, yet most sincere wishes of my heart.
Being over fifty is not an ending—it’s both a farewell and a new beginning. With a heart full of gratitude, I choose to walk each tomorrow with purpose, grace, and hope.