✨ *Maybe that’s the real revolution: realizing that belonging doesn’t require permission—it arrives the moment you claim your own story, no apologies or discounts needed. I used to think I had to audition endlessly for someone else’s gaze, waiting for confirmation that I was enough. But these days, I find myself curating my own inner gallery, arranging little moments of kindness and courage on the walls, each marking proof of growth. (Entry is free, by the way, though the snacks are imaginary and the “No refunds!” sign is mostly just for laughs.)*