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Beauty, Brains & Boundaries

By The Artful Woman
    Why Worthy Women Are Done Apologizing for Wanting More As a young girl, I was an international model—traveling the world, young, beautiful, and financially independent. I was naturally drawn to powerful, intelligent, and successful men—not because I needed anything from them, but because I admired ambition. I respected men who could build something for themselves, because I was already building something for myself. But because I was beautiful, I was labeled. Assumed. Dismissed. "Gold digger" that type of judgment made me stay away from the very type of man I was genuinely aligned with. I didn’t want to be misunderstood. So I shrunk my desires and played it safe. And for that, I paid the price. As I got older, that stigma stuck. I found myself in a pattern of relationships with users, losers, and opportunists—men who took and took and gave nothing back. Men who drained my spirit, my finances, my peace. And I let it happen, because somewhere deep down, I still felt like I ...
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From Self-Destruction to Surrender: The Day I Decided to Live Again

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By The Artful Woman

 



There was a time not long ago when I didn’t care if I lived or died.

Before my stroke, I was drifting through life — barely holding on. I met a man who mirrored my hopelessness. We bonded over the belief that we were both done. Done trying, done caring, done hoping. And instead of lifting each other up, we became enablers. Drinking, smoking, numbing. Co-signing each other’s pain.

And all the while, I was still showing up. Still photographing other people’s joy — their weddings, their babies, their celebrations. Capturing love and family and connection while quietly grieving the absence of it in my own life.

I hadn’t found my person. I hadn’t built a family. My friends were users, opportunists, clinging to the remnants of my past as a model — not because they loved me, but because they wanted to say they knew me.

Behind my smile was exhaustion. Behind the camera lens, a woman disappearing.

The Stroke That Woke Me Up

Then it happened.

A stroke brought me to my knees. I remember lying on the floor, praying to God not to leave me broken. I begged Him not to take my mind or my ability to move. I promised that if He gave me another chance, I would do something with it.

And here I am.

I survived. I was spared. And I believe now — I was called.

Facing the Truth

The truth is, I had given up long before that stroke. I believed I wasn’t worthy of love, of support, of abundance. I thought I needed to have it all together — the money, the house, the image — before I could be worthy of a good man or a good life. And because I didn’t have those things, I settled. For scraps. For silence. For suffering.

But surviving cracked something open in me.

I’m no longer willing to carry the pain of betrayal, of abandonment, of not-enoughness. I’m done apologizing for needing rest. For wanting love. For desiring wealth and peace and a home that feels like a sanctuary.

What I'm Choosing Now

I am choosing to surrender the old beliefs.

I am choosing to believe that I am worthy — of deep love, of true friendship, of financial overflow. I’m choosing to believe that I don’t need to prove myself to receive. That I can be soft and strong, healing and powerful, creative and abundant — all at the same time.

I'm learning to protect my energy, to charge what I’m worth, and to stop entertaining people who only show up when they need something. I want love that’s peaceful. Friends who pour back into me. Clients who see my value. And money that flows with ease — because I finally believe I deserve it.

Reconnection: The True Gift

When I first started this healing journey, I felt completely disconnected — from my body, from my spirit, and from the world. I felt like I was floating somewhere outside of myself, numb and invisible.

But slowly, through the work, the writing, the crying, the surrender — I started to come home to myself. I started to feel my feet on the ground again. I began to connect — mentally, physically, spiritually.

No, I haven’t made any money doing this work yet.
But I’ve made something more valuable:
I’m making myself whole.

And that, to me, is priceless.

A Message to Anyone Who Feels Like I Did

If you’re reading this and it resonates — if you’ve ever felt invisible, unloved, or stuck — let me tell you this:

You are not broken.
You are not behind.
You are not too late.
You are in the in-between — and that’s where miracles are born.

Surrender. Release. Cry it out. Burn the old stories if you need to.

But don’t give up.

Your new life is calling.

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With love and fierce grace,
Jean — Artful Living Coaching

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