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Becoming Herself

Behind every outfit lies a story not just of fabric or fashion, but of courage. A boy once stood uncertain, trembling before a mirror that refused to show the truth inside. Step by trembling step, she dared to rewrite the reflection, to wear her soul on her skin. Each dress, each delicate touch, a quiet rebellion against fear and doubt. Until one day, the girl in the mirror finally matched the heart she’d held so tightly for so long. And in that moment, she was whole brave, radiant, and truly herself.

How much of her do you see in yourself?

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I think this was one of the first times it really hit me. I was fixated on her but not because I wanted her. I wanted to be her!

This is how it went:

"Hello sir, how are you today?"

"I'm very well, thank you for asking. And how are you? And, more to the point, WHO are you?"

"Sir, my name is Sanjit, and I'm calling you from Microsoft".

"Microsoft, eh? Is that a city in India? How's the weather there today?"

" No, sir - MICROSOFT, the computer company. I'm calling to tell you that we have found a problem with your computer and -"

"REALLY?? Well, that's quite concerning......"

"Yes sir, it can become very serious indeed, but thankfully I will be able to fix it for you. Now, if you -"

"No, I meant it's very concerning because you see I don't HAVE a computer".

"You don't?"

"I don't".

"Ahh, it must be a problem on your laptop sir -"

"Don't have one".

"Ipad?"

"Nope".

"Tablet?"

"Nope, I have none of those things. As a matter of fact, I don't even have a telephone".

After a few seconds of silence he said "Ah, sir, you are lying to me now!"

Never Too Late

She often thought about the years lost, wondering if she should have started soone dressing up, embracing her true self when she was younger. But tonight, standing in front of the mirror, she smiled softly. It wasn’t too late. With every gentle step she took, she was finally becoming who she was always meant to be.

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