THE WEIGHT OF VOICES

I’m tired.

Tired of people telling me what to do.
Tired of people telling me how to feel.

Since I was a kid, there was always a voice. Always someone saying do this, be like this, don’t be too much, don’t be too little. And I listened. I let them shape me.

But I don’t want to anymore.

I want to do whatever feels good to me. If I want to sit in my room alone, I will. If I want to dance, I’ll dance. If I want to stretch, move, sing—I’ll do it. I won’t ask for permission.

Because at the end of the day, no one is living this life but me.

And I refuse to live it by someone else’s rules.