Nice Girls are Miserable — and Here’s Why


You don’t need to wait for the perfect moment. You don’t need to fix everything first. You don’t need to have it all figured out.

You just need to choose peace.

Let’s talk about the performance we’ve all been taught to perfect: being the nice girl.

The agreeable girl. The understanding girl. The girl who doesn’t ruffle feathers. The one who makes herself smaller, quieter, easier—because that’s what we thought love, safety, and success required.

But here’s the truth: nice girls are miserable.

Not because they aren’t kind or good-hearted—but because they’ve been taught that in order to receive love, they must abandon themselves. And no one can thrive from a place of self-betrayal.

Being the nice girl means swallowing your feelings to keep the peace. It means saying “yes” with a smile while your spirit is begging for “no.” It means performing calmness, coolness, and capability even when your inner world is screaming.

That kind of performance is exhausting.

Sometimes, the glow-up isn’t in the makeover—it’s in the moment you stop apologizing for taking up space. It’s in the moment you stop breaking yourself into pieces to be digestible. It’s in the decision to be real over nice.

"I’m no longer available for being everything to everyone but nothing to myself."

The real glow-up? It’s learning to be kind without betraying yourself. It’s creating a life where your needs aren’t a burden—they’re honored.

And it’s understanding that when you start protecting your peace emotionally, your body and skin begin to reflect that peace back to you.

Stress, emotional repression, burnout—they don’t just impact your spirit. They impact your skin, your gut, your hormones, your glow. Being the nice girl isn’t just emotionally draining—it’s physically taxing.

When you're always in fight-or-flight, your skin holds onto inflammation. Your breakouts worsen. Your glow dims. Why? Because your body is trying to keep up with a version of you that’s constantly on edge.

Glowing is a nervous system thing. And true beauty—radiant, clear, rested beauty—comes from regulation, not performance.


A Soft Confession

I used to think being low-maintenance made me easier to love. I didn’t want to take up too much space. I didn’t want to be a burden. So I became agreeable. Flexible. Quiet. The strong one. The understanding one. The one who never asked for too much.

But deep down, I was shrinking. I was tired of swallowing my needs and smiling through it. I was tired of hiding the real me—the one with a tender heart and real limits. Letting go, for me, was realizing that the version of me everyone liked... wasn’t even the real me.

And I didn’t want to be liked for who I wasn’t. I wanted to be loved for who I truly am—flaws, boundaries, emotions and all. That meant learning to disappoint people. That meant becoming unfamiliar to those who only knew the version of me that never asked for more.

That’s where the true glow-up began: not when I looked different—but when I started honoring what I actually needed. And yes, as I started regulating my emotions, my skin cleared. My digestion improved. My sleep deepened. I stopped rushing. I stopped breaking out. I stopped holding my breath.

Peace became my skincare.


Try This: Journal Prompt

Take a moment and answer this: Where in my life am I performing peace instead of protecting it?

Where are you shrinking to avoid being "too much?" Where are you abandoning yourself just to make others comfortable?

Then, ask: What boundary would my healed self put in place today—even if it made someone uncomfortable?

Boundaries are not walls—they’re bridges back to self-trust. You don’t have to explain your peace to people who benefit from your silence.

Let what comes up be honest. Even if it stings. Even if it makes you cry. That’s healing, too. You deserve to be seen in your wholeness, not your performance.


Create a Glow-Up Ritual

Softness is a muscle. And like any muscle, it needs repetition to grow.

Here’s a ritual to practice whenever you feel like you’re slipping back into that “nice girl” shell:

  • Find a quiet space. Light a candle or turn on soft music.

  • Place your hand on your heart and breathe deeply.

  • Speak these words aloud:

"I release the version of me who needed to be nice to feel safe. I release the version of me who overgave to be loved. I honor the woman I’m becoming. I choose truth over approval. I am allowed to protect my peace. I am allowed to glow just for me."

Let the words sit in your body. Let your nervous system register safety—not from perfection, but from permission.

Come back to this whenever you forget who you are.


Glow-Up Mantras:

  • I don’t have to be liked to be valuable.

  • Saying "no" is a form of self-respect.

  • My softness is sacred—but it doesn’t come with access.

  • I no longer trade my peace for proximity.

  • My boundaries are not up for negotiation.

  • Protecting my energy is a form of self-devotion.

  • I am no longer performing. I’m returning to myself.

Write these on sticky notes. Speak them in the mirror. Let them become a part of your glow-up vocabulary.


Final Thoughts

The soft era isn’t about being quiet. It’s about being honest. It’s about no longer carrying the weight of being the girl who never asks for anything.

Being the nice girl taught you how to survive. But being the real you—that’s how you learn to live.

You’re not difficult. You’re not too much. You’re not dramatic. You’re allowed to have needs. You’re allowed to be seen. You’re allowed to take up space.

And when you stop betraying your body and your boundaries, your skin thanks you. Your glow returns. Your body breathes. Your nervous system rests.

This is your permission to stop being the nice girl. This is your invitation to be the real you—soft, powerful, protected.

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This is your soft era. Choose you—unapologetically.


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