Lately, I’ve been feeling like there’s a bit of distance in my relationship, a quiet gap that wasn’t there before. It’s not something I can point to specifically, but I feel it in the air, in the way we communicate—or rather, the way we don’t communicate as much anymore. The affection that once seemed so natural has dulled, and the appreciation I used to feel has faded into something more neutral. The small, thoughtful gestures have become rare, and the compliments, the “I love yous,” seem to be fewer and farther between.

I try not to let it get to me, but I can’t help but wonder: Am I still the same confident, desirable woman I was before? Have I changed so much that the person I am now is no longer the one he fell in love with? I find myself questioning my worth, wondering if I’ve become too comfortable, too ordinary. I try to reassure myself that I am more than just my appearance or the attention I get, but sometimes it’s hard not to notice when things start to feel a little… flat.

In the past, I’d walk into the room and know, without a doubt, that my partner saw me. There was always that spark in his eyes, that warmth in his voice when he looked at me. Now, those moments feel fewer, almost like they’ve been replaced with routine and habit. I start wondering if it’s just life taking its toll or if something deeper is at play. Have I lost the confidence that once made me feel like I could take on the world? Have I let the stresses of everyday life dim the part of me that once shined so brightly?

I want to believe that I’m still that woman, the one who exudes confidence, the one who knows her worth. But when I don’t feel seen, when I don’t feel like the woman I once was, it’s hard to hold on to that belief. I think about the times when I felt powerful, sexy, and alive, and I wonder if I’ve allowed those moments to slip away in the shuffle of life.

I’ve been trying to reconnect with that part of myself, the one that doesn’t depend on anyone else’s validation to feel worthy. But it’s a challenge. I’ve started doing little things for myself—things that remind me of who I am and what I deserve. It’s not about seeking constant praise, but rather about finding my own strength, my own spark again. Maybe, just maybe, when I start seeing myself as the confident, desirable woman I know I am, others will see it too. And even if they don’t, I’ll know that I am enough.