Simran Sethi-Ankola

The Cost of Being the Strong One 🤍

Growing older is teaching me that sometimes the very qualities we spend our younger years celebrating are the ones that come at the greatest emotional cost.

Growing up, I wore my fierceness like a badge of honor. I was proud to be the confident one. The independent one. The outspoken one. The one who could hold her own and never shy away from anything.

I loved being the strong one.

And I still do.

But at what cost?

Your strength becomes an expectation.
Your kindness becomes a given.
Your presence becomes something people grow so accustomed to that they sometimes forget its value.

And somewhere along the way, your resilience creates the illusion that disappointments hurt a little less, that your feelings need a little less consideration, simply because you’ve always been so good at carrying on.

Perhaps the quietest cost of being the strong one is that you become so accustomed to giving that you almost forget what it feels like to simply receive.

To be considered without asking.
To be cared for without explaining.
To be reminded that beneath all that confidence is a heart that needs tenderness, too.

And as I grow older, I’m realizing that strength and softness are not mutually exclusive.

Being independent doesn’t mean I don’t need anyone.
Being fierce doesn’t mean I don’t feel deeply.

I wouldn’t change the girl I was. I love her fire, her confidence, her unwavering spirit.

But perhaps this next chapter isn’t about becoming any less strong.

Perhaps it’s about understanding that I don’t always have to be.

Because the greatest luxury for a strong woman isn’t having someone to lean on.

It’s having someone who notices when she needs to, without her ever having to ask. 🤍
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