Healing the Little Girl Within: A Journey of Forgiveness, Self-Love, and Rebirth

Healing the little girl within me has been one of the most profound and transformative experiences of my life. It was a journey that required me to sit with my deepest wounds—the mother wound, the father wound, the shame I carried in my body, and the stories I inherited from religion that made me question my worth. For so long, these wounds shaped how I saw myself, my body, and my place in the world. But through forgiveness, self-reflection, and releasing limiting beliefs, I found a path to freedom.

The Power of Forgiveness: Healing the Mother & Father Wound

For years, I carried the weight of my parents’ unhealed wounds as if they were my own. The mother wound made me question my worthiness to receive love and care. The father wound left me searching for validation in all the wrong places. I blamed them for what they could not give me, and that blame kept me trapped in resentment.

But here’s what I learned: healing doesn’t happen in blame—it happens in forgiveness. Forgiving my parents wasn’t about excusing their mistakes; it was about freeing myself from the burden of waiting for an apology that might never come. It was about understanding that they, too, were shaped by their own wounds, doing the best they could with the tools they had. When I released them from the responsibility of healing me, I gave myself permission to take ownership of my healing.

Releasing Shame & Reclaiming My Body

Shame is a silent thief—it robs us of joy, connection, and the ability to fully inhabit our bodies. As a young girl, I didn’t even realize how much shame I carried in my womb space. I had been conditioned to see my body as something to hide, something sinful, something that needed to be controlled. My first period wasn’t a celebration of womanhood; it was an inconvenience, something I should be embarrassed about.

I internalized the message that my femininity was a burden, that my body was something to be ashamed of. I rejected my own cycle, seeing it as a flaw rather than a sacred rhythm. It took years for me to understand that my womb wasn’t just a physical space—it was the seat of my power, my creativity, and my intuition. When I released shame, I reclaimed my connection to my body. I learned to honor my cycle, to see it as a gift rather than a curse.

How Religion & the Story of Eve Shaped My Self-Worth

Growing up, the story of Eve in the Bible was etched into my subconscious: the first woman, the original sinner, the reason humanity fell from grace. The lesson was clear—women couldn’t be trusted. Our desires were dangerous. Our curiosity was our downfall.

I didn’t realize it then, but those messages seeped into my psyche. I learned to shrink myself, to second-guess my instincts, to feel guilty for wanting more. I believed I had to prove my worth through obedience, through perfection, through suffering. I learned that being a “good woman” meant self-sacrifice, and anything outside of that was rebellion.

As I grew older, I had to unlearn those beliefs. I had to rewrite the story. I had to embrace a new truth: that I was not born in sin—I was born in love. That my intuition wasn’t dangerous—it was my greatest guide. That my body wasn’t something to be ashamed of—it was divine, sacred, and worthy.

Breaking Free: Releasing Self-Limiting Beliefs & Embracing Healing

Every wound I carried as a child manifested as self-limiting beliefs in adulthood. I told myself I wasn’t good enough. That I had to work harder, prove more, be smaller. That I wasn’t worthy of love unless I earned it. These beliefs kept me stuck in cycles of self-sabotage, unhealthy relationships, and a constant feeling of not being enough.

Healing the little girl within me meant facing these beliefs head-on. It meant asking: Who told me this? Is this really true? It meant replacing old narratives with new affirmations:

🔹 I am worthy simply because I exist.
🔹 My body is sacred, and I honor it with love.
🔹 My emotions, desires, and intuition are valid.
🔹 I am not responsible for carrying the pain of others.

Forgiveness and self-discovery became my roadmap. The more I let go of the stories that weren’t mine, the more I stepped into my true self. I stopped living for external validation and started living from my heart space.

Coming Home to Myself

Healing the little girl within me wasn’t about becoming someone new—it was about returning to the essence of who I always was before the world told me otherwise. It was about remembering my power, my worth, my divine feminine energy.

If you find yourself carrying similar wounds, know this: healing is possible. It starts with awareness, with questioning the narratives that no longer serve you, and with giving yourself the love you always deserved. It’s a journey, but one worth taking. Because on the other side of healing, there is freedom, wholeness, and the beautiful, unshakable truth of who you are. 💜