She is Her Power

There's no asking for permission here.  No waiting for validation. Just the raw, unfiltered truth of claiming what is already yours. She's done with shrinking. Done with explaining herself. Done with making her strength more palatable for the comfort of others. This is what it looks like when you finally step into yourself and end the performance. The mask you wear for others. This piece is a middle finger wrapped in moonlight. You don't earn your power. You remember it. You reclaim it. You own it.