
17/08/2025
This!!!!
I am not here to be half-lit or half-lived. I am here to blaze. To burn in my truth so brightly that even the shadows lean in for warmth. I’m not interested in playing small, dimming down, or editing my edges to fit into someone else’s tired little story. I am the wild card. The plot twist. The spark in the dark that rewrites the ending.
Call it confidence, call it magic, call it divine audacity—either way, I am the main event, and I didn’t come this far to ask for permission to shine.
I’ve weathered storms that would have drowned the timid. I’ve danced with my demons until they got dizzy, and now they greet me like an old friend who knows better than to get in my way. My battle scars? They’re not blemishes—they’re medals. Evidence that I have walked through fire and came out not only alive, but radiant.
Some people try to dim my light. Cute!. But here’s the thing—
I am not a flickering candle. I am a whole damn sun, and if you can’t handle the heat, you’re free to step out of my orbit.
Yes, I’m spiritual. Deeply so. My connection with my soul is like a master DJ spinning the soundtrack of my life—equal parts serenity, wild joy, and “don’t test me today.” I trust the universe, but I also trust myself, because I know the divine moves through me like poetry with teeth.
I love fiercely—because half-hearted love is a waste of time.
I live loudly—because life is too short to whisper your dreams.
I laugh often—because joy is my rebellion.
I am a force of nature wrapped in silk and steel. A storm in high heels. The roar in the temple. I am both sacred and untamed, with boundaries sharp enough to protect my peace and a heart soft enough to cradle the broken.
If that makes me “too much,” so be it. I would rather be too much than be barely anything at all. I am unapologetically bold, effortlessly fierce, and yes, just a touch bitchy—not out of malice, but because I have no patience for nonsense.
I am the kind of woman who can pray with you in the morning, close a deal by noon, and still have the energy to dance barefoot under the stars at midnight. I am resilience dressed in red lipstick, grace in combat boots, beauty with a backbone.
And when the world tries to box me in? I decorate the box, plant flowers in it, and use it as a throne.
I am my own permission slip, my own cheerleader, my own damn miracle. I am not an extra in my own life—I am the headline. The proof. The revolution wrapped in human skin.
So, don’t mistake my kindness for weakness or my softness for surrender.
I know exactly who I am.
I am the sun after the hurricane.
I am the ocean refusing to end.
I am the living, breathing reminder that you can walk through hell in heels and still come out looking divine.
And I will never, ever apologize for it.
Caroline Stratton
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