


๐ "She Smiled โ and It Was Enough."
Some days, all Iโve got is a smile.
Not the perfect one, not for the camera โ but the quiet kind. The one I wear despite everything.
And honestly? That smile has saved me more than once.
Itโs how I whispered to the world,
โIโm still here.โ
Itโs how I told my reflection,
โWeโve got this.โ
Sometimes joy isnโt loud. Itโs survival.
A soft rebellion.
A little light you keep lit โ even when the room is dark.
So if you see me smiling, know this:
Itโs not fake.
Itโs fierce.
Itโs me, choosing to bloom anyway.