I have been playing small. Subconsciously, self-sabotage has been rampant in my life. It has diminished and contained me in a small cup. For as long as I can remember, I have been afraid to stand out in a crowd. However, my mouth just won’t keep quiet so I tend to be noticed anyway.

As a child, I was one of the tallest in the class and yet the youngest. It felt awkward to stick out like a sore thumb. Instead, it was easier to hide away in books.

Growing up, I always thought differently. Which is hard, especially when you live in a conservative society. I could see people for who they really were. And when I said something, it would not be received well which created a dynamic that was unsafe for me to be myself.

We all know my 20s were a hot mess and there’s no time to rehash that. But I think in my 30s I have slowly but surely been reclaiming my voice as I really begin to understand who I am.

Yet there is more to reclaiming my voice than just speaking or writing. Stepping into my fullness and purpose requires me to have an unwavering core belief in myself.

Upon examination of my beliefs I found that I did not credit myself. Which means if someone asked me, “Chulu what do you do?” I would say, “Not much” which is such an understatement. It wasn’t even that I was being humble, I just did not believe that I was GREAT.

So, I sat down to think about all that I have done and achieved. My findings are very clear. Even when I made myself small, I was still GREAT. Imagine, what I will do when I actually own my