~ Becca ~
Power shows up before you know what to call it.
Not loud. Not violent. Not demanding attention. It arrives as stillness. As the absence of fear in moments where fear used to run the show. I noticed it one afternoon when a man bumped into me on the sidewalk and instinct didn’t make me shrink anymore. I stepped back, met his eyes, waited. He apologized. Not because I was imposing but because I didn’t disappear.
That was new.
It unsettled people.
I was learning the shape of my presence. How much space I took up when I didn’t apologize for existing inside my own skin. The city felt different now, like it adjusted around me instead of swallowing me whole. I didn’t rush. I didn’t weave through crowds like I was late to someplace important. I walked like I belonged where I was.
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