The Art of being Soft in a Loud World

There’s something radical about choosing to be soft. In a world that glorifies productivity, speed, and survival, I’m learning to be slow, intentional, and in tune with my feelings.

I used to think softness was weakness. That being emotional meant being unstable. That not matching the world’s pace meant falling behind. But recently, I’ve realized something: my softness is my superpower.

Being soft means letting my heart feel deeply. It means romanticizing my life, sipping tea in the mornings, crying when I need to, and saying no when my peace is at risk. It means curating safe spaces, wearing clothes that make me feel pretty, and choosing calm over chaos.

People often confuse softness with naivety—but there’s strength in knowing who you are and protecting that. There’s strength in walking away, in choosing peace over proving a point, and in letting go when something no longer serves you.

I don’t want to be hard. I want to be soft and kind and warm. I want to live slowly and love deeply. And I want to be proud of that.

So here’s to the girls who cry at movies, journal before bed, light candles just because, and still slay effortlessly. You’re not too much. You’re just right. 💗

XOXO,
Drey