She Saw Herself—and Didn't Look Away.

Before the world told her what to be,
she was.

Before the stories,
before the roles,
before the ache of being too much or not enough—
she was watching.

This scroll is her first return to the mirror
that doesn’t judge,
doesn’t flatter,
only reflects what is unbreakable.

She sees the pain.
The pretending.
The power buried under being polite.

And still—she stays.

This is not a scroll of becoming.
It’s a scroll of remembering the one who never left.

The one who burns quietly in the corner of every room,
waiting for the moment she’s no longer afraid
of her own reflection.

Not because it’s perfect—
but because it’s true.

She is not the wound.
She is not the mask.
She is the flame that witnesses without turning away.

And that is how the world begins again.