This month, I do not celebrate survival.

I celebrate recognition.

Not of what I built,

but of what never left me.

She was always there—

the girl who walked into rooms

without asking permission from the air.

She did not measure herself

against clocks or credentials.

She measured herself

by the size of her heart,

and it was vast.

She loved without strategy.

She dreamed without apology.

She believed,

not because she had proof—

but because belief was her nature.

Somewhere along the way,

the world tried to hand me smaller definitions.

Names that fit into sentences.

Roles that fit into introductions.

But she never accepted them.

She stood quietly behind my eyes,

waiting.

Waiting for me to remember

that I was never created

to be explained.

I was created to be experienced.

And now,

I walk beside her again.

Not as someone who found herself,

but as someone who stopped abandoning herself.

I no longer rush.

I no longer shrink.

I no longer negotiate with spaces

that cannot hold my full weight.

I have returned

to the girl who knew

that her existence alone

was reason enough to stand tall.

This month, I do not dedicate myself

to the woman I became.

I dedicate myself

to the girl who always knew

I would.

#WomensMonth #March #HappyWomenMonth