Hey.

I see what you’re doing — doubting me.

Looking back at who I used to be like she’s some ghost.

But I’m not gone.

I’m just… quiet.

You think you lost me.

But the truth is, I’ve just been waiting for you to stop apologizing for being powerful.

To stop shrinking every time the world forgets your name.

To stop handing over your crown because someone else didn’t clap.

You used to see people for what they were — just people.

You used to walk into rooms like you belonged. Because you did. Because you do.

And none of that has left you.

It’s just buried under exhaustion and heartbreak and fear that this might not work out.

But hear me:

You didn’t come this far to be ordinary.

You didn’t survive the breakdowns, the betrayals, the silence, just to end up begging for what you’re meant to lead.

You are still the woman who built beauty out of nothing.

Who led with fire and softness at once.

Who stood tall even when her knees shook.

You don’t need the world to validate you.