Imposter Syndrome Be Loud Sometimes…

But My Self-Worth Is Louder

I’ve been thinking a lot about imposter syndrome lately. Truthfully, I’ve been fighting it a lot. Five years ago, if you had told me I'd be teaching yoga and fitness, I would've laughed in your face. Like… me?! Who would want to learn anything from me? Some days I still have my own self-doubt, my own body insecurities, and a loud inner critic that loves to remind me of every possible reason I’m not good enough.

Why do we do this to ourselves? Especially us Black women. We are the most educated, the most disruptive, the most creative generation in history. PERIOD. But despite the degrees, the certifications, the hard work, and the lived experience, there’s still this lingering feeling that somehow we’re not supposed to be here. That someone’s going to find us out. That we’re just faking it.

Imposter syndrome isn’t just in your head. It’s a real physiological response. Your brain is trying to protect you from perceived danger. Unfortunately, our nervous systems can’t tell the difference between a tiger attacking and public speaking. So stepping into your power, taking up space, or claiming your worth? It can feel unsafe, even when it’s exactly what you’re meant to do.

But here’s the truth: the more I teach, the more I realize I belong in the room. Not because I have to prove myself, but because I already have something valuable to offer. Because I am enough. Just as I am.

Imposter syndrome isn’t a sign that you’re unqualified. It’s a sign that you’re stepping out of your comfort zone. That uncomfortable space is where transformation lives.

So if there’s something you’ve been holding yourself back from, whether it’s starting that business, teaching that class, sharing your art, or applying for that job, just start. You will mess up. You will learn. You will get better.

And through it all, you are still worthy. Worthy of taking up space. Of trying. Of thriving.

Because the imposter voice might be loud, but your power? Your purpose? Louder.

Love, Kristina