Shake It to the Max – How to Scroll Without Losing Your Soul
Welcome to Level Up Your Selfie – the podcast where we cut the BS, embrace the mess, and turn our lives into magical masterpieces, one selfie at a time. I’m your host, Angelina Mi Lajki – artist, AI whisperer, and your no-fluff guide to leveling up your glow game. Around here, we believe in keeping it real, laughing through the chaos, and flipping the script on fear. So, if you’re tired of playing small and ready to own your story – flaws, filters, and all – let’s get to it. Good vibes only, but don’t mistake that for sugarcoating. Let’s make some magic.”
So here we are.
✨ Me. In a bunny bikini. Pink “Selfie” cap. Smiling. Glowing. Reborn. IRL.
Not hiding behind my digital, picture-perfect twin this time —
This is me, in my body, in my light, no filter required.
✨ And honestly?
I would’ve never dared to post this two years ago.
Not when I was drowning in heartbreak.
Not when I was hiding behind my brand.
Not when I felt invisible unless someone else presented my creativity to the world.
Not when I hated my body and thought my reflection was something I had to fix before I could deserve visibility.
But f*ck it.
I worked hard. I healed harder.
I lost nearly 40kg.
I rebuilt my health, my joy, my mind, and my power.
I found my way back to myself — through sweat, tears, storytelling, mirror work, and yes… selfies.
This isn’t vanity.
It’s selfie love.
It’s resurrection.
I’m proud of this body.
I’m proud of this timeline.
I’m proud of the woman who showed up anyway — messy, imperfect, healing in plain sight.
So if anyone’s ever made you feel like showing up is “too much”?
If you’ve ever judged someone’s glow-up without knowing what it cost them?
💥 This episode is for you.
Let’s scroll with intention. Let’s shake it to the max.
Let’s reclaim our power — one real-ass selfie at a time.
They’ll say:
“She's changed.”
“She’s doing too much now.”
“She just wants attention.”
“Another selfie? Again?”
But before you judge my glow-up —
before you roll your eyes at my filters, my angles, or my pink bunny bikini —
you need to know the full story.
The broken parts.
The brilliant ones.
The parts I used to keep hidden behind other people’s light.
Because this isn’t a thirst trap.
This is a soul recovery mission — and I’ve fought through hell to get here.
💔 I built a brand… but I was disappearing inside it.
For 20 years I created the world of Milajki —
A sparkling, interactive, magical universe.
The first Selfie Pop-Up Museums in Sweden.
A fantasy realm of rainbows, unicorns, storytelling, and immersive art.
Every bead, every festival hat, every brand identity, every glittering pitball pool —
was 100% me.
But my face?
Was missing.
I let others — including my ex — step into the spotlight.
He presented the vision while I worked behind the scenes,
slowly fading into the background of my own brilliance.
I thought I was doing the right thing.
Being humble. Being supportive. Being safe.
But in reality?
I was scared.
Scared to be seen.
Scared to be judged.
Scared I wasn’t “perfect enough” to take up space.
😔 And then… everything broke.
COVID hit.
My business collapsed.
I went through a divorce.
I lost people I loved.
I lost everything — including my sense of self.
I was bankrupt.
Broken.
Burnt out.
And buried in silence.
The girl who built dream worlds for others didn’t know how to save herself.
I gained weight.
I disconnected from my body.
I felt ashamed of my reflection.
I thought no one would ever take me seriously again — especially if they saw the real me.
Not the brand.
Not the art.
Me.
💔 The Divorce. The Heartbreak. The Mirror I Couldn’t Face.
I didn’t just lose my marriage.
I lost my mirror.
The person I thought reflected my worth, my value, my safety.
My ex wasn’t just my partner —
he was the presenter of my light,
the public face of the world I built,
while I stayed in the shadows —
creating, dreaming, producing everything behind the scenes.
And when it ended?
I didn’t just lose love.
I lost the story I was telling myself about who I had to be to matter.
I was terrified that without him, no one would see me.
That if I stepped into the spotlight, I’d be laughed at.
That I’d never be enough on my own.
I was grieving.
Not just a relationship — but a whole identity.
And in that grief, I forgot how to look at myself.
Literally.
I avoided mirrors.
I avoided the camera.
I avoided anything that might show me the truth of who I was becoming.
Not because she wasn’t beautiful.
But because she was unrecognizable.
Stripped. Soft. Raw. Real.
🌱 The Moment Everything Shifted…
I remember one day, standing in front of the mirror.
Eyes swollen from crying.
Heart shattered.
Spirit tired.
And I whispered to my reflection:
“If no one is coming to save you…
Then maybe it’s time you show up and save yourself.”
And that was it.
That was the moment I decided:
I will no longer outsource my visibility.
I will no longer wait for someone else to say I’m worthy.
I will reclaim every part of me I gave away — one selfie at a time.
This wasn’t about revenge.
This was about returning.
To myself.
To my body.
To my truth.
To my glow.
One mirror moment at a time.
One filter if I needed it.
One bunny bikini if it made me feel brave.
One shaky post.
One breath.
One decision:
I’m done hiding.
💡 But somewhere in the rubble, I found something wild and unexpected…
I started taking selfies.
Tiny ones. Weird ones. Filtered ones.
Just for me.
It wasn’t about vanity.
It was about reclaiming visibility.
Every selfie was a sacred whisper:
“You’re still here. You still matter. You’re still magic.”
It was messy. Cringey. Uncomfortable.
But something inside me clicked:
“You don’t have to be perfect to be powerful.
You don’t have to be flawless to be free.”
✨ I didn’t just lose 40kg. I lost shame.
I let go of the fear of being seen.
I stopped waiting for permission.
I stopped filtering my light to fit someone else’s feed.
I started showing up.
Not for attention — for alignment.
Not for likes — for liberation.
This bunny bikini selfie?
It’s not about being hot.
It’s about being whole.
🔮 I call it: Level Up Your Selfie
It’s not about becoming a supermodel.
It’s about becoming so real, so YOU, that even the old version of you wouldn’t recognize your courage.
I still have stretch marks.
I still have bad days.
I’m still healing.
But I’m here.
And I’m visible.
And that alone? Is revolutionary.
🧠 So if you judged me…
For my selfies.
For my filters.
For showing skin.
For changing.
For daring to post pictures of myself like I actually like myself…
I don’t need your apology.
But I do hope — now —
you understand.
Because when you’ve lived in the shadows long enough,
stepping into the light doesn’t look like arrogance.
It looks like resurrection.
💬 To the ones who stayed silent when I broke…
I still made it.
To the ones who watched but never asked…
I still healed.
To the ones who misunderstood me…
You still have time to catch up.
This isn’t a comeback.
This is a rebirth.
🎓 And if you’re ready to come back to YOURSELF?
Join me in the Level Up Your Selfie Masterclass
This isn’t just another branding course.
It’s a creative healing process that helps you:
✨ Rebuild your confidence
✨ Heal your relationship with visibility
✨ Use storytelling + AI to unleash your truth
✨ Build a brand that feels like freedom — not performance
📸 Because selfies are sacred when you’re using them to see yourself again.
👉 Click here to enroll now
or DM me @angelina.milajki with "Glow-Up" and I’ll send you everything you need.
This is not a thirst trap.
It’s a truth trap.
It’s what it looks like when a woman becomes her own mirror.
So before you judge my selfie —
Ask yourself why it triggered you.
And then ask:
What’s your version of hiding?
And are you ready to step into your light too?
💋 / Angelina Mi Lajki
