Depleted. Like someone took a straw to my spirit and sipped slowly until the cup went dry.
And I didn’t notice it at first not really.
Because when you're a mother, you're always moving, always giving. Always showing up.
But something felt off.
Then, months ago, I came across this post about flamingos and it hasn't left me since.
Did you know that flamingos lose their color when they become mothers?
The bright pink fades.
Why? Because they literally give so much of themselves to their babies that it pulls from their reserves their nutrients, their energy, their vibrancy.
They fade to white.
White flamingos aren't sick. They're not broken. They're not lazy.
They are mothers. Mothers who have poured everything out.
I read that and I stopped.
Because suddenly, my own reflection made sense.
I’ve been wondering where my color went. Where my joy went. Where I went.
I’ve been operating on empty, trying to convince myself that I could keep running on fumes.
But truth is, I’m a white flamingo. And I have been for a while.
The irony? My logo—the one I chose to represent me, my creativity, my work, my brand—is a flamingo.
And I thought it was just cute, just quirky, just me.
But now I realize: it’s prophetic.
Because I’ve been giving everything to my child, to my work, to my relationships, to everyone but myself…
And slowly, my pink faded.
But here’s what I also learned:
Flamingos get their color back.
With time. With nourishment. With rest.
With intentional care.
So this is my season to gently get my pink back.
It won’t happen overnight. It won’t come from bubble baths or a quick break.
It will come from boundaries, from grace, from asking for help, from saying “no” without guilt, and “yes” to myself without apology.
It will come from loving me with the same ferocity I give to everyone else.
To every other white flamingo out there tired, tender, and unsure when you last felt vibrant
You are seen.
You are not alone.
And you are not stuck.
We gave our color out of love.
But now it's time to receive some love back.
One moment at a time, one pink feather at a time.
Let the restoration begin. Right click on this image and save to your phone as your gentle reminder. 🦩
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