Meta Morph

META = BEYOND
MORPH = CHANGE
OSIS= PROCESS

At its essence, Meta Morph is the transformation of transformation. It’s not just about changing—it’s about becoming aware of the process of change itself and reshaping that process intentionally.

Self-awareness:  Realizing that growth isn’t linear or static. You don’t just heal—you heal how you heal. You unlearn how you unlearn.

Identity: It’s not just about who you are becoming, but about changing the rules of what “becoming” even means to you.

Consciousness: Moving from reactive living to intentional re-creation of your reality.

Meta Morph is an essay  that explores the raw, reflective, and radical nature of a personal and collective transformation.

Disruptions || The quiet rumble || A chaotic shift in seconds

 Our lives undergo so many reactions. The ones we are fully aware of and the ones that go on quietly, continuously, in the background of the things we want to believe have shaped us into this person we are in this second, this minute, this hour and day in our life. The disruptions are the catalyst of those reactions. No one sees them, if you’re not very self aware, you would also miss it as a person. In the days that count down to my submission, I have realized one thing, I am not who I was yesterday. So when people look at me and say “you still look pretty much the same since you were 13”, I chuckle at their words. For they do not know the lion, the sheep and the child that this person has been in the little years of her life since the birth took place.

People will be the catalyst for your change. The before, the during and the after. The so many paths you’ve crossed and how they brought to light the things you didn’t know about yourself. Through the eyes of many, I have seen my beauty been reformed, through the words of many, my heart has been broken and mended and healed and reshaped to take on new forms. Through the hands of a few, I have learned what my body loves, what tickles it, what makes it hide from the sun on some days. I have been broken so many times that I have come to learn that to heal and become new is to acknowledge this brokenness, sit with it, pick the pieces, examine how I fell apart and transform what was, to what is.

Last night, I saw myself again. I saw the world that makes me feel alive. I saw the eyes, hands, and lips that speak life into my garden. But before I saw this person, I was broken by words, circumstances, and a longing for what should be mine alone. I’m sitting in front of a mirror and writing this, looking at myself and suddenly realising that for every crack, every break, every burn, I have somehow regenerated new cells to keep living. I have cut down old branches that do not serve me. I have severed limbs, so that morphing becomes a slow one.

To disrupt is to shatter, to study, and then build on a new form of knowledge. This has been the nature of man from the beginning. SELF AWARENESS.

The In-between// the spaces that hold water// the body of the process

Not everyone can reach the depths of this body. Not everyone is aware of the impact of the path. Not everyone is open to pouring out the content and sifting the grains from the chaff. This is the place you allow yourself swim in the realizations of all you’ve come to know from the disruption. REFLECTION AND REDEFINING.

Metamorphosis is bringing to reality the knowledge you have of yourself. Asking questions as to why you are the way you are. It is to unlearn the processes that have quietly creeped into your nature and plant a new way of growth. It is to dig up the old, the terrible, the unpleasant, the dirty history of your living and decide what to do with all of that. It is to sit with oneself and ask “Is this where I want to be, where I wish to be and who I choose right now?”. It is to question everything that has been your truth for as long as you have been alive and knowing whether it is  built on a strong/weak foundation. It is stepping out of oneself to see.

I like to sit with myself, just like today. I’ve stopped in-between this essay so many times. I’ve paused to reflect on what it is I am heading at in this essay. And just like everyone one of you reading this and becoming a different person than you are, I am becoming too. I am noting the fine lines and sketching them on paper. I am pausing to reflect on who I was before I stared writing this and who I am while writing this. I look at the mirror yet again. I do not see any physical change but I know that this space holds a new person. A person that will eventually grow old and die. In my state of self reflection, I allow myself feel, understand what I feel and wonder what to do with that feeling.

A few weeks ago, I sat down to write all I could think of myself at that moment and I discovered one thing I knew to be true but buried within me. The undeniably fact that I was in love with someone that did not belong to me. In the past weeks, I have continuously entered this space to analyze the disruptions, the quiet signals, the open messages that have brought me to the centre of who I have become–a player on this board. In this space, I have seen the person that hurts and the woman that heals, I have watched myself tear off old beliefs to align with new ones that will help me stay true to my nature. Yet, I do not have all the answers. I have understood better that the lines aren’t black and white– some areas are too grey to analyze.

The In-between is the decision maker for transforming. Like a potter properly shaping clay dancing on a wheel. This space may seem to hold clarity for us. The truth is, sometimes the pieces aren’t complete and you step out of there still unsure of the message this present being carried.

“In liminality, we are no longer what we were — but not yet what we are becoming. The rules dissolve. The self becomes soft.” Coined by Arnold van Gennep and expanded by Victor Turner, liminality describes the middle stage in a rite of passage. It is the threshold state — the initiate has left their old identity but has not yet assumed the new one.

In this space, you are palpable, prone to mistakes and error in your moulding. This is the space of doubt, floating, disorientation, and emotional ambiguity. It is also a space of honesty — because in-between, we can’t pretend. We are too raw and newly informed with knowledge that sets us free.

This is the cocoon.
It is not dark because you are lost.
It is dark because you are becoming something your eyes aren’t ready to see.
Stay. Breathe. Don’t rush toward form.

Becoming || Moving forward with the uncertainty || embracing the terrifying liberty to erupt 

What does “becoming” mean for you?

Becoming is not just transformation — it is the embodied realization of it. Philosophically, becoming is the tension between:

Who you thought you were.
Who you are now.
And who you are still unfolding into — unknowable, but inevitable.
It is the transformation of identities.

 I have been so many persons in this life. I have constantly shed off old skin to fit into every new phase I encounter. I am becoming a woman who understands her emotions. I am becoming a woman who walks out of places that do not align with her. I am becoming a woman who sits with herself more often, cries at night to sad songs and wakes up the next day a warrior, having let go of all that burdens on the bedsheets. I am becoming a voice, one that interrupts the crowd to speak. I am pushing barriers that hold me in my little comfortable cage. I am becoming the seeker of beautiful things. Becoming means to me “the slow realization that everyday I wake up knowing who I want to be. When the day ends and I am not that woman, I do not soak my sheets crying or fill myself with guilt about a standard I could not uphold. It is learning to be gentle with myself and stones are crushed in this *minefield*. Becoming is this: I am here today, and I love her. I am not her today but I know that tomorrow is another chance to be her.

I am becoming HER!

Meta || The consciousness of growth || The escape

You have changed.
And you have changed the way you change.
You now carry the mirror, not just the scar.
Let this space remind you:
Becoming is not a final state — it is an ongoing rhythm.
A sacred revision.
A morph… with memory.