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fuck small talk how old were you when it all went wrong

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@esterrsophiaa

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𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤

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she’s a 10 but she has her father’s anger issues

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I have learned to move through the world with grace as my armor, and quiet strength stitched into every seam of my dress.

Beauty was never a performance — it is how I listen before I speak, how I stand still when others rush.

It is in the way I choose—what to wear, whom to love, when to leave. I am not wealthy because of what I own, but because I no longer wait for permission.

I pay for my own champagne. I open my own doors.

And if someone walks beside me, it’s because I want them there. Not because I need them to guide me.

There’s power in softness, in knowing your worth without having to explain it.

I don’t need to be louder than the room.

I simply take my place in it, fully, without apology.

I am a woman who keeps her own rhythm.

Some days in heels, some days barefoot.

Always with a full heart, and a mind that knows exactly where she’s going.

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