We don’t fold anymore.

Sorry but…

Masking isn’t maturity.
It’s obedience wrapped in burnout.
It’s being praised for disappearing.
It’s what they taught us to do – to be liked, to be quiet, to be good girls.

They said we were “too sensitive.”
“Too emotional.”
“Too much.”

What they meant was: easier to control when we’re silent.

But guess what?

We’re not here to be manageable.

We’re not raising daughters to break themselves just to belong.
We’re not raising sons to mistake dominance for strength.
And we’re not staying small just because it makes the room more comfortable.

Sorry but we’re done folding.
We are the cycle-breakers. The pattern-enders. The loud ones now.
And we don’t need your permission.

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