Tọlá Belva

Writer, poet, and a butterfly in her 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 era.

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I’m so glad you’re here. Writing has always been one of the ways I make sense of the world. It’s where I untangle my thoughts, hold on to meaningful moments, and give words to feelings that are sometimes hard to explain. This is a space for my reflections, stories, and the little things life teaches me along the way. Some days you’ll find poetry. Other days you’ll find honest conversations about growth, healing, faith, motherhood, and becoming more of who we were created to be. For me, writing isn’t just something I love to do. It’s how I connect, how I express myself, and how I leave little pieces of my heart behind. I hope you find something here that makes you pause, reflect, smile, or simply reminds you that you’re not alone. Thank you for being here.

Category: Notes

  • BEYOND APPEARANCES

    Some people spend years building an image. They learn what to say, how to act, and how to present themselves in ways that earn approval. From the outside, everything looks polished. They seem trustworthy, kind, successful, or dependable. Sometimes they are. Sometimes they aren’t. Here’s the thing: appearances can be carefully managed. Character can’t. The…

  • THE COST OF LYING TO YOURSELF

    The most damaging lies aren’t usually the ones we tell other people. They’re the ones we tell ourselves. Not because we’re dishonest. Because sometimes the truth asks more of us than we’re ready to give. So we soften it. We tell ourselves: “I’m fine.” “I don’t mind.” “I’m over it.” “This is enough.” “I’ll get…

  • BUILD YOUR OWN BLUEPRINT

    It’s easy to believe there’s a right way to build a life. Go to school.Find the perfect career.Get married by a certain age.Reach the milestones everyone else seems to be reaching. When your life doesn’t look like theirs, it’s tempting to wonder if you’ve somehow fallen behind. But maybe you’re not behind at all. Maybe…

  • YOU ARE YOUR GREATEST RESOURCE

    The day you realize you are your greatest resource, your perspective starts to change. It’s easy to believe your future depends on one opportunity. One job. One relationship. One dream you’ve held onto for years. When so much hope is attached to one thing, losing it feels like losing part of yourself. But the truth…

  • YOU ARE ALLOWED TO BE WEIRD

    You’re allowed to be weird. Not harmful. Not reckless. Just wonderfully, unapologetically yourself. You’re allowed to dance in your kitchen, sing in your room, talk to your plants, laugh too hard at your own jokes, and get excited about things other people don’t understand. You’re allowed to collect hobbies that make no sense to anyone…

  • THE INTERNET IS WEIRD IN THE BEST WAY

    I know social media gets a bad reputation sometimes, and honestly, some of it is deserved. There are days when it feels noisy. Too much information. Too many opinions. Too many people trying to convince you that their way of living is the only way to live. If we’re not careful, we can spend hours…

  • LET GO OF WHAT HURTS, HOLD ON TO WHAT HEALS

    Life often tugs us in different directions, filling our minds with expectations and our hearts with uncertainty. We chase shifting standards, wondering if we are doing enough, being enough, or moving fast enough. But what if, instead of carrying the weight of doubt and pressure, you carried something different? Something lighter. Something that strengthens rather…

  • SOFTENED BY STRENGTH, RENEWED BY LOVE

    There you are—standing in the fullness of who you were always meant to be. This wasn’t by chance or luck, but through a quiet revolution within yourself. You didn’t arrive here by accident. Every step you’ve taken—through moments of doubt, of fear, of pain—has led you to this place. You carried the weight of all that…

  • WHISPERS FROM A SMALL TOWN

    Last night, I had a pensive moment—somewhere between slightly moody and reflective. Nothing interested me, not even my usual nighttime routines: journaling, watching TV shows, or sitting on my front porch, observing the moon, the stars, and the slow drift of the clouds. I just sat in the silence of my room. Eventually, I found…

  • I AM GOD’S SWEETHEART

    In the quiet of my soul, a gentle truth whispers: I am God’s sweetheart. This simple yet profound statement is an anchor in a world that often tries to redefine who I am. To be God’s sweetheart means being cherished, loved beyond comprehension, and held in the tender hands of a Creator who shaped me with…