A Love Letter To Women

This is a love letter to the women who raised me.

To my ancestors, who crossed oceans with more courage than certainty.
To my mother, who modeled resilience even when it cost her softness.
To my abuelita, who taught me that unless I’m full and grounded, my giving isn’t service — it’s depletion.
To my sisters who held me close and from afar during the hardest seasons.
To my soul friends, who reflected back my brilliance when doubt clouded my vision.
To the women of #WeAllGrow, who proved that collective power will always echo louder than individual struggle.
Even to the women no longer in my life — thank you. Your mirror expanded me in ways I couldn’t have imagined.

And to the woman within me — the one who refused to stay small, who burned out and broke open, and who is still here, rebuilding with audacity.

Because the truth is: I made me.
But I didn’t do it alone.

The Slow Unraveling We Don’t Talk About

Here’s what I’ve uncovered: we don’t lose ourselves all at once. We lose ourselves in small ways — in the over-giving, in the perfectionism, in trying to be everything to everyone until there’s nothing left for ourselves.

That pattern nearly cost me everything.

It’s why part of my mission now is to ensure no woman abandons herself while building her dream. Because whether in business, in relationships, or in the quiet work of becoming — you deserve to grow without self-erasure.

So this letter is an ode to every woman who crossed my path:
To those who believed in me before I did.
To those who loved me back to myself.
To those who cracked me open with their truth.
And to you, reading this now.

Because I know you’ve had your own mirrors. And maybe, just maybe, you’ve been that mirror for someone else.

The Sacred Space Between

I’ve written about this all year: the in-between isn’t empty. It’s where transformation happens.

This season of in-between has been my greatest teacher.

What once felt like collapse was actually reorganization.
What once felt like loss was initiation.
Every ending was a doorway. Every shadow, a compass.

I know so many of you are in your own in-betweens right now — healing while building, grieving while growing, flowing while recalibrating. It may feel contradictory, but it’s not.

This is where the alchemy happens.

The Truth About Rising Together

It’s easy for our culture to pit women against each other, to assume something dramatic happened when partnerships evolve or friendships shift. But there aren’t enough stories about women who dare to honor themselves and build purposefully — even when it means walking away from what no longer serves.

Because news flash: women are held to impossible standards. And still, we spiral up.

To my business partners who taught me so much about myself — we grew in ways we never thought imaginable.
To the community members who became friends and recognized me so I wouldn’t forget who the fuck I am.
To my sunshine who taught me that heartbreak and love are not opposites, they are the same force, burning with equal intensity.

So let’s make a fucking impact by building each other up instead of breaking each other apart.

This is how we lead by example. We honor what was, and we refuse to fall into cultural traps that thrive on our division.

Your Timeline is Sacred

Your becoming is not late — it’s right on time. Everyone has their own timeline. Trust in yours.

The right rooms will recognize you without requiring you to explain yourself. And the more grounded you are in yourself, the more you can expand everything else you touch.

It’s why I’ve been pouring my heart into creating spaces like The Glow Up Connection Hour and The Next Era — private rooms where women step into their own liberation, their individuation, their becoming. For women who know they’re meant for more but refuse to lose themselves in the process.

Because transformation doesn’t happen in isolation. It happens in reflection. In mirrors. In the sacred witness of other women who see you clearly.

With endless gratitude for every woman who helped raise the woman I am becoming,

Vanessa

P.S. If this resonates, forward it to the women who raised you. They deserve to know the impact they made.

P.P.S. Your dreams and your wholeness aren’t separate. They belong in the same room. And in The Next Era, they finally get to.