Origins of a Woman Who Would Not Break These were the early chapters — the ones that taught me resilience long before I knew its name. Balancing on a bar stool like life wasn’t already doing enough of that for me. I look at her now and think: you had no idea what you were becoming. Every woman begins as a girl rehearsing her power in quiet rooms. A girl pretending to be confident, not realising she already was. Sitting like I had everything figured out. Reader: I did not. Leaning on the office chair like it was my emotional support furniture. She held onto comfort. I learned to become it. She didn’t know it yet, but the woman she’d become would rewrite every room she entered. Even then, the fire was there — it just hadn’t learned my name.
