I am the imposter.
The one who smiles and nods while quietly wondering if I belong.
The one who shows up, says the right thing, writes the right thing —
and still feels like it’s not quite real.

I am the one who doubts in the middle of doing.
The one who holds a sacred truth in one hand
and insecurity in the other.

Some days, it feels like I’m playing a role I was never trained for.
That if someone looks too closely, they’ll see through the seams.
They’ll find the mess, the contradictions, the not-quite-finished parts.
And I’ll be exposed — not for doing something wrong,
but for being me.

The mind is clever in how it tells this story.
“You’re not qualified.”
“You’re too much.”
“You’re not enough.”
“You only got here by accident.”
It’s a familiar song —
one that hums beneath success, behind compliments,
just under the surface of visibility.

But here’s what I’m beginning to understand:
The imposter voice only speaks up
because something real is being dared.
Something true is taking shape.
And truth — when it comes from within —
often feels too soft to be trusted.

The deeper truth is this:

I am the imposter
and I am the real thing.
I am both — the voice that doubts
and the one who keeps showing up anyway.

Maybe being an “imposter” is simply what it feels like
when we’re stretching beyond the box we were handed.
When we’re choosing authenticity
over approval.
When we’re speaking in our own voice
instead of performing someone else’s.

Maybe the real imposter is the perfection mask I keep trying to wear.

So today, I’m not trying to fix the imposter feeling.
I’m just letting it sit beside me
without steering the wheel.

I’m remembering this:

I’m allowed to feel unsure and keep creating.
I’m allowed to question and continue.
I’m allowed to grow — messily, imperfectly,
out loud.

Because I am not here to prove I belong.
I belong because I’m here.

✨ Affirmation:

Even when I doubt myself, I trust the truth of who I am.
I don’t need to feel certain to be worthy.
I walk forward — imperfect, radiant, and real.