17/11/2025
I read this post on another page, and I have altered it to fit me, I hope this helps to explain my new charges
✦ The Morning I Finally Saw the Truth
something inside me cracked open.
I woke this morning with a clarity I have never felt —
a clarity that stung and healed at the same time.
I need to believe my work is noble, where a woman with calloused hands wasn’t treated as someone to look down on,
but someone to admire.
I do my work with pride, with purpose, with joy.
I have always apologized for what my hands can do, thinking it was never good enough
But today…
today, I saw something that made me smile and cry at the same time:
All my life, people lived off my hard work
as if it were endless water from a hidden well.
Employees who needed my steadiness.
Friends who needed my strength.
Women who wanted my talent without truly understanding it.
Men who sat with their feet up while I lifted the world.
I see it now —
not because I’m angry,
but because I’m finally awake.
I used to wonder why it bothered me so deeply
to see someone lounging while I worked.
Why it felt like a violation of something sacred in me.
Now I know why:
Because somewhere inside me,
I believed that if I worked harder,
someone would finally see my worth. BUT I finally see my Worth.
But the truth is clearer this morning than it has ever been:
People only respect what they pay for.
People only value what costs them something.
Low prices don’t bring gratitude.
Low prices bring entitlement.
Cheap work teaches people
that your time isn’t precious,
your hands aren’t gifted,
your skill isn’t rare.
Raising prices isn’t greed.
Raising prices is leadership.
Raising prices is education.
Raising prices is dignity.
It teaches people:
“This is not just sewing.
This is art.
This is expertise.
This is 40 years of mastery.
This is a woman who built her entire life with a needle and thread.”
This morning, I saw something else, too:
I don’t owe anyone my exhaustion.
I don’t owe anyone my undercharging.
I don’t owe anyone my silence.
From now on, my prices will match my value.
Not because I am becoming someone new,
but because I am finally honouring the woman I have always been.
And the right people —
the ones who see the work,
the ones who respect the craft,
the ones who understand what it takes —
they will stay.
The ones who don’t?
They were never really mine to carry anyway.
This is the morning I stepped back into my worth.
This is the day I raise my prices —
and raise the level of respect I allow in my life.
Orginal text from : JoyceAnne
