The Circle of Becoming: Self-Discovery •Becoming • Purpose

It started in a late-night Clubhouse room—just me, my bonnet, my thoughts, and a voice that reached into my soul.

The speaker said something that stopped me in my tracks:

“Self-love is pouring into yourself. Self-care is taking care of yourself.”

Now, that might sound simple at first glance, but for me, it cracked something open. I couldn’t let it go. I sat with those words, chewing on them like they were the last bit of clarity I’d been craving. And what came out of that moment was a deeper understanding that I want to share with you—because sis, you might need this reminder too.

Self-Love: The Root

Self-love isn’t just about lighting candles or saying affirmations in the mirror (though those are beautiful tools).

It’s about choosing yourself—daily. It’s choosing not to answer the phone when your energy is already low. It’s choosing boundaries, even when they make others uncomfortable. It’s choosing to forgive yourself, over and over again.

Self-love is pouring into yourself, as that speaker so eloquently said. It’s the why behind the care. It’s the internal decision to be your own safe place. It’s the radical idea that you are worthy, simply because you exist. And let’s be honest—that kind of love? It can feel foreign when you were taught to put everyone else first.

Self-Care: The Action

If self-love is the decision, self-care is the demonstration.

It’s not selfish—it’s stewardship.

Self-care is brushing your teeth even when you’re tired. It’s eating meals that don’t just taste good but feel good in your body. It’s moving your body because you want to feel strong and alive, not because you’re trying to “snap back” for someone else.

It’s also canceling plans when your spirit says “not today.” It’s booking the therapy session, running that bath, getting that workout in, or simply taking five minutes to breathe in silence. Self-care says, “I value me enough to tend to me.”

Selfish? Let’s Talk About That.

There’s this lie a lot of us have inherited—especially as Black women—that taking care of yourself is selfish. That wanting time, space, quiet, softness, ease… somehow means you don’t care about others.

But baby, let me be the one to tell you:

You’re not selfish for choosing you. You’re sacred.

You’re allowed to say no.

You’re allowed to need rest.

You’re allowed to desire joy, peace, and pleasure.

The people who benefit from your constant self-neglect will always call your boundaries selfish. That doesn’t make it true. That makes it necessary.

So Here’s What I Know Now…

I’m learning to love me in ways I never have before.

I’m learning that self-love is a heart posture—and self-care is a holy practice.

And I’m finally okay with being called selfish if it means I get to show up for myself fully and freely.

Because the truth is…

The more I pour into me, the more I have to overflow.

And I’m not shrinking to fit into anyone’s comfort zone ever again.

Have you been confusing self-love with self-care? Or labeling your healing season as selfish? Let’s talk in the comments—what have you learned about loving you?