/Let me tell you something, baby.
This world is real quick to size you up and tell you what lane you ought to stay in.
They’ll look at your age, your weight, your zip code, your past — and decide for you what’s possible.
They’ll label you before they even know your name.

Too old.
Too Black.
Too loud.
Too soft.
Too broke.
Too damaged.
Too ambitious.
Too different.
Too late.

And chile, if you hear that mess long enough — especially from folks you trusted — you start to internalize it.
You start doubting your own dreams.
You stop reaching high.
You smile polite instead of speaking up.
You dim your light in rooms you were born to shine in — all because somewhere along the way, somebody convinced you that boldness was a burden.

And let me be real with you:
I know what that feels like.
I used to hold my breath before I entered a room — trying not to be too much.
I’d shrink my ideas, water down my brilliance, and beg for approval like it was oxygen.
I’d sit on dreams like they were eggs waiting to be hatched by somebody else’s permission.

But one day… something snapped.
And I realized:
I was the one keeping the cage locked.

The people I was waiting on?
They were busy living their lives — while I was waiting for them to validate mine.

So I stopped.
Stopped apologizing for wanting more.
Stopped shrinking to make others comfortable.
Stopped editing myself down to someone else’s insecurities.

And baby — that’s when I got free.

Let me ask you something, and don’t whisper the answer — say it loud in your spirit:

Who told you you couldn’t?

Who told you that writing that book was too bold?
That your voice wasn’t polished enough to speak on a stage?
That your body had to look a certain way to be loved?
That you needed another degree before you could lead?
That your story wasn’t valid because it wasn’t neat?

Who lied to you, baby?

Because that’s what it was — a lie.
Wrapped in fear. Packaged as concern. Disguised as “just being realistic.”

And you know what?
You don’t owe that lie another ounce of your energy.
Not one more day. Not one more tear. Not one more decision made from doubt.

You owe yourself freedom.
You owe yourself courage.
You owe yourself the life that still tugs at you in quiet moments.

The truth is:
You don’t need permission to grow.
You don’t need approval to bloom.
You don’t need anyone to agree with what God already put inside you.

So go ahead and stretch.
Dream wild.
Stand tall.
Be too much.
Be too loud.
Be exactly who you were created to be — and then some.

Because the only thing that’s ever been “too late”…
Was that old version of you that thought she had to ask for permission.

And she’s gone now. and standing in her place is the Brilliant beautiful You!!

Truth Moment:

I used to wait for people to give me the green light.
To validate my dreams.
To approve my next move.
Chile, I didn’t even sneeze without wondering what someone would think.

But one day… I stopped asking.

I stood up. Looked around.
And realized: The people I was waiting on to “let” me shine — weren’t even shining themselves.

So I stopped waiting.
And I got free.

Mama’s Soulwork:

Take out a piece of paper.
Draw a line down the middle.

On the left side, write: The Lie I Believed
On the right: The Truth I’m Walking In

Example:
Lie: “You’re too late.”
Truth: “Right on time, baby. My purpose never expired.”

Do 3 of your own. Frame it. Say it. Live it.

Mama’s Final Word:

You were never too much.
You were never too late.
You were never asking for too much.
You were asking the wrong people.

So this week, I want you to do three things:

• Believe louder than your fear.

• Walk bolder than their doubts.

• And live like the permission slip’s already signed — because it is.

You ain’t just capable — you’re chosen.
Go prove every doubt wrong just by being fully, unapologetically you.

With pride and a touch of holy defiance,
– Mama Keys

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