Young Naaf

There was a moment when my body spoke louder than my habits. I didn’t stop eating meat for plant based living because I had it all figured out— my body asked me to listen, and I honored it before I understood why. This page is rooted in art and healing. And nourishment belongs here too. Because food is also a form of art— color, intention, care, and presence. What I share here are simply the meals I eat. Foods that feel supportive, grounding, and alive to me. No rules. No perfection. Just honoring the vessel, one plate at a time. This isn’t an aesthetic. It’s a lived practice. 🌱 #FoodAsArt #NourishmentAsArt #SacredNourishment #IntentionalEating #HonoringTheBody.

Welcome to my world. A living altar of art, healing, movement, and becoming. This isn’t just content — it’s the real-time story of rebuilding from the inside out. For the ones learning to trust their voice, their body, and their path again — you’re not alone.🫀✨ #HealingThroughArt #ArtistOnTikTok #SomaliCreative #SpiritualJourney #SoftLiving #FromSurvivalToSustainability #MovementIsMedicine #BlackHealers #LivingAltar #SoulWork #InnerChildHealing #ArtAsArchive #SomaliDiaspora #CreativeHealing #BecomingMe

I used to think letting go was the hardest part. Detaching from people, places, and versions of myself that no longer aligned. But no one talks about what comes after. There’s an in-between space—where you’ve released what no longer serves you, but you haven’t fully stepped into who you’re becoming yet. And that space can feel confusing. You might question yourself.
Feel misaligned.
Even tell yourself, “I don’t trust myself right now.” But I’ve learned… sometimes it’s not that you don’t trust yourself. You’re just hearing your old self while your new self is still forming. Old thoughts, old patterns, old beliefs—they don’t disappear overnight.
They echo. They try to follow you into spaces you’ve already outgrown. And if you’re not aware, you can mistake those echoes for your truth. That’s where people think they’re going backwards. But you’re not. You’re learning how to separate who you were from who you’re becoming. And once you can do that, everything shifts. Because stepping into the unknown isn’t just about letting go—
it’s about realizing you get to co-create what comes next. And that requires trusting a version of yourself you haven’t fully met yet. So if you’re in that space right now… You’re not lost.
You’re not behind. You’re in transition. #healingjourney #selfevolution #innerwork #becoming #personalgrowthjourney #shadowintegration #nervoussystemhealing #selftrustjourney #authenticexpression #spiritualgrowth #healinginprogress #embodiedhealing #intuitiveliving #softyetpowerful #evolvingself

This song make you wanna do 140 in an 80🏎️ Also I’m so sad I lost this shirt. I really loved her. #reorder Also the pictures of the two twin hill mountains are in my homeland right where I was born. It’s called “Naasa Hablood” meaning (women’s breast). How precious! They look just like minesss🤭😁

What a lovely show—such an honor to represent (EEFFIE AMONOO’s ) @shop_effam African clothing line at the African Fashion Show PDX 2026. Everything from the outfits to the makeup, the tribal marks, the energy of the show, and the people involved brought this vision to life and allowed us to truly embrace the magic of it all. I’m so happy to have been a part of it ✨ — Designer: EEFFIE AMONOO @shop_effam Event: @african_fashion_pdx Model: @itsflowsworld Makeup: @itsflowsworld Tribal Marks: @m00n_dr0p72

My liberation was never within systems meant to oppress me and my greatness. And I had to really understand what that meant… Because the truth is, capitalism will teach you that wealth is something you earn externally. Something visible. Something measurable. Something you can prove. But I started noticing something else. There are people who have everything the system calls success… and still feel completely disconnected from themselves. So I stopped building from that place. I turned inward. And I started treating my inner world like it mattered just as much as anything I could achieve outside of me. I learned how to sit with myself without abandoning myself. How to feel my emotions without running from them. How to define richness by how present I am in my own life. And slowly… everything started shifting. Not because I was chasing abundance. But because I became someone who could actually hold it. Because when your internal world stabilizes… your external world has no choice but to respond. So my liberation was never going to come from the system. It came from learning how to belong to myself first. And from that place… I don’t chase wealth anymore. I recognize it. In how I breathe differently now. In how I don’t beg life to prove me right. In how I can hold more without losing myself. Maybe the world doesn’t call that success. But my nervous system does. And that’s the kind of richness I trust.

There’s a phrase I keep hearing: “I’m the first woman in my lineage to do this.” And I get the intention—but that’s not my truth. Because when we say we’re the first, we risk erasing the women who came before us… women whose greatness wasn’t documented, protected, or even allowed to exist out loud. Especially when you consider what systems like colonization and white supremacy disrupted, renamed, or silenced. I don’t believe I’m the first to be powerful, intuitive, creative, or free. I believe I’m part of a lineage where that greatness has always existed. What I am… is someone who remembered. Someone who looked within and said: “This didn’t start with me—but it won’t end without me either.” There’s a difference between being the first and being the one who reclaims. Reclaiming means: • honoring the wisdom that lived before you • recognizing that not everything was lost—some things were just buried • understanding that your gifts are not random, they are inherited You are not starting from scratch. You are picking up a baton. And that baton carries stories, strength, and brilliance that existed long before you had language for it. So maybe the truth isn’t: “I’m the first.” Maybe it’s: “I am the one who remembered—and chose to bring it back to life.”

To the girl I was.. 27 years of wandering, of becoming, of softly finding my way back home to myself. This year has always whispered to me—something sacred, something meant. And now I feel it, alive within my own spirit. A quiet magic, a deep knowing, a blooming that cannot be rushed. Happy solar return to my amazing soul. Here’s to unfolding… to petals opening in their own time, to growth that feels like grace, to the beautiful blessing that I am—still rising, still becoming, still in bloom.🎉🎂🥳🎈🎊🎁 #4/20

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This one is deeper than fashion ✨ I’ll be modeling for a Ghanaian designer @shop_effam bringing beautiful pieces all the way from Ghana—woven with culture, history, and intention. Sharing space with amazing designers in PDX while contributing to something real—raising $50,000 to build a school in Malawi. $35 = a desk for 3 students $10 = supplies for a classroom So when you show up, it’s not just for the looks… it’s for the future we’re helping build ❤️ @african_fashion_pdx I also heard that the lovely bearded dragon will also be there in full custom☺️🤭