A declaration for the Survivor who has outgrown invisibility. There was a time I whispered, hoping someone would hear.A time I stood still,
A declaration for the Survivor who has outgrown invisibility.
There was a time I whispered, hoping someone would hear.
A time I stood still, hoping someone would notice.
A time I bent myself into the shape of what others could handle—
just to be seen, heard, believed.
But I’m done waiting to be visible in places that require me to disappear.
“I am no longer waiting for them to see me.
I see myself now.”
I see the parts of me that survived when no one was watching.
I see the courage that stayed soft while holding everything together.
I see the beauty in the way I chose truth, again and again, even when it cost me connection.
Some people only recognize you when you are small.
But I was never meant to live curled up in apology.
So let me be clear:
I will not shrink so others can stay comfortable.
I will not silence myself to preserve someone else’s version of me.
I will not remain invisible just to keep the peace that harmed me.
“I am worthy of being seen in my fullness—my boundaries, my brilliance, my becoming.”
I was not created to be everyone’s mirror.
I was created to shine, even if it blinds those still hiding.
I do not need permission to exist out loud.
I do not need approval to walk in clarity.
I do not need acknowledgment to honor my own truth.
I am no longer waiting for the world to catch up.
I have already arrived.
