You pulled away the masks, and I showed my true self. It’s an image you adore. You like the sass and the fight inside me. You cheer whenever it’s brought to the surface.
Eventually, I threw away the masks.
But what remains?
You chipped away at the shields I had carried. I thought they would keep me safe. You told me I didn’t need them, and the shields were cast aside.
The walls were brought down too. Brick by brick they fell away.
The dark corner that I had always retreated to for safety was now bathed in a glorious light.
What remains is a strong, confidant woman. I no longer hide in the shadows. I can now appreciate the fight and the sass in me. I use it with abandon! I stand proudly in the light and take what is rightfully mine.
I like who I am.
I am free.
I am enough.
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