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A Love Letter to Becoming
addressed to my sensual, stormy, and sacred self
Sofia Alonso Bauer
April 20, 2025
There has to be a deep, unwavering commitment to self—a willingness to walk a path that’s never been laid before you, no map, no markers, no guarantees of where it leads.
It doesn’t feel good.
It doesn’t feel good.
It’s not graceful.
It’s confusing and lonely and wild and brutal and—somehow—so achingly beautiful that it makes your chest hurt.
And still, I ask myself: Sof, can you endure?
And still, I ask myself: Sof, can you endure?
I want to accept myself where I am. Each day.
Myself. My body. My emotions. The intensity at which I feel emotions.
I want to accept the situation I’m in. The conflicts I face.
I want to accept the situation I’m in. The conflicts I face.
I want to accept others. How they love. Their capacity for love.
I want to accept things out of my control.
In my opinion, we came here to feel. To feel deeply. And to share and magnify those feelings with others.
No two gusts of wind feel quite the same.
The tone of sunlight shifts moment to moment—burning gold one day, muted silver the next.
Nature shouts and whispers sensually.
You can’t step into the same stream of water twice because it’s always flowing.
The cells in your body are dying and regenerating. No one is the same person all day long. You are always changing, growing, evolving.
And maybe that’s the point.
We are always becoming. Shedding. Regenerating.
Dying and being reborn in tiny, invisible ways.
What I’m discovering about acceptance is that it’s a great weapon against shame.
What I’m discovering about acceptance is that it’s a great weapon against shame.
I am now seeking small moments of joy.
Im touched just as deep by these little moments. And I’ve found lately that I’m fulfilled by these alone.
When you’re present enough to celebrate your morning coffee every day, you can remind yourself of the small moments every day where you feel tremendous gratitude for your existence.
The more I connect to myself, the more beauty is revealed.
You haven’t seen crazy. I’m fueled by a sadistic need to seek revenge through triumph.
Darling, allow yourself to feel.
Allow yourself to need.
Allow yourself to want.
Allow yourself to dream.
Allow yourself to crave.
Allow yourself to obsess.
Allow yourself to wonder.
Allow yourself to be wild.
To be soft.
To be messy and miraculous and free.
Because the only way out… is through.
Because the only way out… is through.