Once there was a woman who forgot what she looked like on the inside.

She was very busy being “good” and “nice” and “okay.” She tried to fix herself by reading books, drinking green juice, and being very careful all the time. But she still felt a little lost.

So one day she did something brave and kind.

She took pictures of herself.

At first it felt scary, like when you jump into cold water. She wanted to look away. She wanted to hide. But she stayed.

And little by little, she remembered herself.

She thought, “Oh. There you are.”

Then she met other women who felt the same way. They took pictures too. They laughed. They played. They wore what they liked. They stopped hiding.

My Substack is full of those women.

Each woman took her own picture and told her own story.

These posts are like sitting on the floor with other women, looking at pictures, and telling the truth without being scared.

When women stop watching themselves all the time, they get free. And when they’re free, they can live, make things, and be happy.

The End.