The Universe Doesn't Make Dim Stars

They told us humility was holy.
That to be a good person, a good woman, a good healer, a good Black girl, a good soul—
We had to be quiet.
Polite.
Modest.
Invisible.

But that was never humility. That was erasure dressed up in religious clothes.

Real humility doesn’t ask you to dim your light—
It dares you to remember where that light came from.

Let me say this loud for the people in the back:

God didn’t make dim stars.

You think you’re doing the world a favor by shrinking?
By staying small, safe, digestible?
That’s not holy. That’s heresy.

You were not created to camouflage your brilliance to make other people comfortable.
You were not born to beg for crumbs of approval from a world terrified of your shine.

Somewhere along the line, we got it twisted.
We confused shrinking with humility,
Self-erasure with spiritual maturity,
And obedience with worthiness.

But the truth?

Shrinking is spiritual blasphemy.
It’s an insult to the divine architect that designed you exactly the way you are.

Do you really think an infinite, intelligent universe created you—
With your fire, your voice, your laughter, your lips, your hips, your dreams, your wild—
Only for you to apologize for it?

That’s not humility. That’s trauma.

That’s conditioning.
That’s generational fear.
That’s centuries of systemic oppression saying:
“Stay quiet or be punished.
Stay small or be targeted.
Stay humble—or you’ll be seen as a threat.”

But baby, let me be clear:

You are a threat—to everything that feeds off of you staying hidden.

And you should be.

You are the kind of holy that disrupts systems.
You are the kind of radiant that makes liars nervous.
You are the kind of sacred that doesn't need permission.

True humility doesn’t mean downplaying your power.
It means recognizing where it comes from—and honoring it by letting it flow.

It’s not “Who am I to shine?”
It’s “Who am I not to?”

So here’s your permission slip—signed by Spirit itself:

✨ Be bold.
✨ Be big.
✨ Be blinding if you must.

Your light is your offering.
Your voice is a temple.
Your presence is a prayer.

And playing small in the face of divine assignment?
That’s not sacred.
That’s sabotage.

So stop calling it humility when it’s really fear.
Stop calling it modesty when it’s really generational suppression.
Stop calling it spiritual when it’s just survival.

This isn’t the time to blend in.
This is the time to burn.

Because God didn’t make dim stars.

And if you’re still dimming yours?

You’re not just betraying yourself.
You’re betraying the Source that put you here.