Brave girl, I grew up walking on eggshells, careful not to crack the fragile ground beneath me. In a world shaped by generational poverty and trauma, silence was both a shield and a prison. I learned to shrink myself, to tiptoe through conflict, and to carry the weight of storms that weren’t mine to bear.
But silence doesn’t soothe the soul. It suffocates it. I spent years burying my voice, hiding behind quiet smiles and unspoken truths, thinking it would keep me safe. What I didn’t know then was that my voice—the raw, fierce, untamed truth of who I am—was my way out.
Brave Girl, you are not meant to tiptoe through life. You are meant to stomp, to roar, to claim your space with unapologetic fire. Your past may have tried to shape you into someone small, but you were born to be expansive. You were born to rise.
Speak boldly. Love wildly. Fight fiercely for the woman you’re becoming. When you tell your story, when you refuse to stay silent, you heal not just yourself, but generations to come.
You are brave. You are wild. You are unstoppable. So stomp. Roar. Rise. Let the world feel your power. I believe in you💕
We rise. We fight. We heal.
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