Learning Myself Again. After becoming me — still growing into who I was. A woman who learned to take up space. I didn’t realise it then, but I was rehearsing for the woman I’d become. There was innocence in her smile — and a quiet search beneath it. Every pose was a step toward the woman I’d become. She didn’t know her strength yet — but she was reaching for it. Becoming, bravely. She didn’t know her worth yet — but she was reaching for it. A softer moment from a time when I was still finding myself. Becoming. A softer chapter — unsure, but hopeful.
