~ Becca ~
The decision didn’t arrive like a thunderclap.
There was no cinematic moment. No sharp intake of breath followed by resolve. No dramatic whisper in the mirror where I finally named what I was becoming.
It happened quietly.
That was how I knew it was real.
I was doing laundry when it settled into me standing barefoot on the cool tile, folding clothes that fit my body instead of negotiating with it. The woman in these clothes moved differently. She didn’t apologize with her posture. She didn’t disappear into fabric. She took up the space she occupied without bracing for impact.
I caught my reflection in the hallway mirror as I passed.
And for the first time since I left, I didn’t see a survivor.
I saw someone capable of choosing destruction carefully.
The thought didn’t sc
