Allowing Your Beauty to Shine Through

Not just the physical beauty—although that can be a window too—
but the beauty of your being.

There is a kind of beauty
that doesn’t ask for attention.
It doesn’t need to be polished, proven, or praised.
It simply is—
like the hush between waves,
or the way sunlight slips through leaves.

This kind of beauty lives deep inside you.
Maybe no one ever told you that.
Maybe they only saw what they thought was wrong.
I know that story.

I grew up with people who couldn’t see the gift of me.
Only their projections—anger, shame, blame—pressed into my body.
So I made a quiet choice, very early on:
This cycle of abuse ends with me.

And I’ve kept choosing that.
Again and again.
Through decades of healing.
Through trembling moments of saying no to what once felt familiar.
Through systems and sessions and soft hands on my nervous system.

I’ve become a coach, a facilitator, a witness.
But most of all, I’ve become someone who listens.

And the one who taught me best?
Nature.
The way she receives me without question.
The way she mirrors the beauty I forgot I carried.

Now, I’m in a space where I no longer give my power to people or places that dim me.
(At least not for long. The choosing gets clearer each time.)

And now, another layer is ready to be released:
the ways I’ve dimmed and abused myself.

The ways I tried to make my light quieter,
so I wouldn’t ruffle feathers.
The ways I tried to be good, to get it right, to be perfect—
just to feel like I deserved to exist.

But something is shifting.
Something gentle.
Something wild.

I am beginning to perceive myself.
Not as something to fix or improve (which is what most of my life has been about),
but as something… beautiful.

✨ I am soft.
✨ I am potent.
✨ I am lightness, even after all the darkness I’ve walked through.

And I didn’t pass that darkness on.

I don’t belong to any religion,
but it was St. Francis’ prayer that kept me going:

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.

I wanted to be for others what the trees were for me.
And now, something is softening open in my chest—
a realization that brings me to tears:

I get to be received, too.

Not used.
Not taken from.
Not diminished.

Received.
Seen.
Held.

It’s always been so easy for me to see others’ beauty.
Now, I’m letting those who see mine—gently, with reverence—come closer.

I know, to move forward with the creation of my life, I need to receive more.
To allow myself to be truly seen.

In the past, the people who did perceive the beauty of my being
were often the ones I dismissed.

I doubted their sincerity.
Feared their attention.
Assumed they had a secret agenda.
Or I rejected them entirely—
afraid they might expose the truth of who I really am.
“Don’t give away my identity. I need to hide.”

And so, I surrounded myself with what was familiar:
judgment, projection, frenemies dressed as friends.

Funny how we always create as our lives what is familiar. 

But something shifted a few months ago.

I got curious:
Where are the beautiful beings who can truly see me?
Who would delight in contributing to me, without control or demand?

And slowly, I began to notice the ones who were already there.

And the new ones began to appear.  

It’s been humbling.
Not to expect from them—
but to lower my barriers,
and let myself receive the gift of their presence.
To let them perceive the beauty of my being…
and allow this to dissolve my walls. 

So if you’ve read this far,
may I offer you a whisper of possibility?

🌿 What if you were never wrong?
🌿 What if your beauty lives beyond the mirror—meant to be felt, known, breathed?

My name, Nihan, means
“The mysterious one.
That which is hidden, unseen by the eye—
perceived only in subtlety.”

That has been my path.
To find, receive, and become
What I truly be.
That which cannot be defined.

And now, I’m standing at the beginning of a new journey. 

It’s like learning to walk again. 

If it feels hard to see your own beauty right now,
here’s the practice I return to again and again:

Go sit with a tree.
Or an animal.
Or the ocean.
And ask:

🌿 “Will you show me how beautiful I am today?”

They will.
They always do.

No need to prove.
No need to strive.
No need to shrink.

You are already the beauty you’re searching for.
Just as you are.
Right now.
Always.

And if something in these words touched you—
if a part of you whispered, yes, I want to feel that… I want to be seen like that—
I want you to know: you're not alone.

This is the space I invite you to in my sessions.

A space where your nervous system can soften.
Where your body can exhale. And your being can arrive.
Where nothing about you is too much, or too messy, or too late.

Whether through conversation, energy work, movement, or silence—
we listen.
We untangle.
We let your own beauty rise to the surface and be received.

✨ I offer private sessions both online and in person in Vancouver.
✨ You’re welcome just as you are.
✨ You don’t have to be “ready.” Just willing to begin.

If it’s time to remember who you are,
to reclaim the pieces of you that were never wrong,
I’d be honored to walk beside you.

🌿 You can learn more or book a session at nihansevinc.com

And if you’re not quite sure what you need—
simply reach out. Let’s have a gentle conversation.

You’re not too much.
You’re not alone.
You’re not broken.
You’re becoming.

Welcome to more of you, my beautiful friend.

With softness, with wonder,
and with all the beauty you already are,

Nihan