11/05/2025
✨ The crown isn’t new — I just finally stopped hiding it.
I built it from boundaries, heartbreak, and healing. 🖤
This image was made with AI, but it feels more real than most photos of me ever have.
Because it is me — the version that stopped running from her own reflection.
For a long time, I dimmed my light to make others comfortable.
I softened my voice, hid my edges, and played small.
But power doesn’t vanish when ignored.
It waits — quietly — until you’re ready to remember.
This crown isn’t about ego. It’s about ownership.
It’s about reclaiming the pieces I lost trying to be loved, and realizing I was always whole.
The feathers are both armor and wings.
They remind me that I can be soft and untouchable.
That tenderness doesn’t make me weak — it makes me real.
I’m not chasing the light anymore.
I carry it.
Right alongside my shadows.
Because both are me —
the root and the bloom,
the storm and the calm,
the fire and the grace.
If you’re in your own dark chapter,
remember: this isn’t the end — it’s the becoming.
Don’t rush the rebirth.
The dark is just the soil where your power grows. 🌑
✨ I am not afraid of my depth anymore.
I am home in my power. ✨
