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People often say that my daughter and I look exactly alike, and my typical response is, "But she’s much prettier." I struggle to understand how I could possibly be considered that pretty as well. Growing up, praise was scarce, while criticism was abundant. As a result, I felt ugly and somewhat stupid, convinced I was never doing anything right. My childhood provided a blueprint of what not to do as a parent, leaving me feeling broken inside. I learned to project confidence wh

In reflecting on my journey, I realize that the pursuit of freedom has been a significant theme in my life. Expanding from childhood escapades to adult choices, this quest has shaped my understanding of self-discovery and belonging.

People flinch when I say how old my kids are, like I’ve got monsters at home. But my kids talk to me. That isn’t luck — it’s intention, born from studying my parents’ mistakes and my own. I made plenty of them when they were little. Their reactions were the mirror that showed me who I didn’t want to be — and where I could choose repair. ✨

At the ICF Philippines DEIB event, I was reminded of a lesson from my acting days: shed what’s mine to make space for another. 🎭 In coaching, this means pausing before every session to notice my biases and emotions, park them, and later ask where they come from. 🌱 The more I understand myself, the freer I am to hold space for someone else — not just in theory, but in presence and respect for uniqueness.