I thought I had to become tough to survive
When you grow up feeling different, you think you have to become strong in a loud way. You build armor. You pretend you don’t care. You smile before anyone can hurt you.
I did all of that.
But it didn’t make me happy. It made me tired.
My third breast didn’t just shape my body, it shaped the way people looked at me, questioned me, tried to define me. And at some point I realized something unexpected.
It didn’t make me harder.
It made me softer.
Softness became my power
Softness is not weakness. Softness is what saved me.
It made me more aware of energy. It made me more careful with who I let close. It taught me to protect myself without closing my heart.
Now, I don’t chase attention. I choose connection.
I choose people who see me as a woman, not a curiosity.
If you want to see the soft confidence behind everything, it’s here
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I am real, and I no longer need to prove it
People will always ask.
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But I don’t feel the need to defend myself anymore. My reality is not a debate. It’s my life.
And I’m finally living it without tension.
