With age comes not only experience, but also silence. That silence in which you no longer explain, prove, or compete. You simply are.

I know what it's like to be strong for everyone while remaining gentle inside. I know how to look confident when inside you just want to sit in silence, wrapped in a blanket. And I know the price of authenticity - not everyone can stand it.

But I choose honesty. To myself. To others.
Sometimes it's tiring. But it always frees.

I am a woman who heals with beauty. But I am also a woman who knows how to listen. And understand.

Maybe that's why I want real people around me. Without masks. Without games.