Heal yourself
Bigger girl. Stretch marks carved like proof I survived what was meant to erase me. I shattered loudly, bled quietly, and gathered my broken pieces alone in the mirror. I rebuilt myself without mercy, crowned a body they tried to shame, and learned that taking up space is an act of war. I did the mirror work in the dark. Do yours. Slay the day away, Queens—loving yourself takes time, and becoming untouchable is the point.

































































































