I admire people loudly, weirdly, unapologetically.
There was a time I held myself back from everything
because when I cared, nobody did.
My availability made me feel valueless,
even when I gave my all.
I loved with a full heart, in the loudest way possible
and somehow, that made me ashamed.
Not because I was wrong,
but because they said I was “too much”…
and I believed them.
But now when I look back,
I see something beautiful in how I loved
how I lived it.
Maybe they mistook it for pleasing,
or attention seeking…
because that’s all they knew.
And I cried then.
But now I understand:
We can’t understand what we haven’t experienced or been taught to hold.
I wasn’t wrong.
They weren’t either.
Just people in the wrong time,
for me.
Since then,
I have made a choice:
Never to admire silently again.
To love, to care, to celebrate people
in the loudest, purest way.
Because people deserve to be seen,
loved loudly.
That’s the bare minimum.
Ps: If you have ever been called “too much,”
please know you are not.
The way you love, the way you show up, the way you express joy
it’s not wrong. It’s rare.
Don’t shrink for people who can’t hold your heart.
Keep loving loudly. That’s the bare minimum.
Aalmaa 