As children, many of us are taught to shrink.
Weāre told to play roles we didnāt choose, to reflect othersā expectations, and to bury our own brilliance.
For some, that suppression becomes the mirror itself:
A reflection that traps us in shame, silence, and containment.
But hereās the truth:
⨠You are not your motherās breakdown.
⨠You are not your fatherās absence.
⨠You are not the suppression that was projected onto you.
You are the star you see in the mirror.
Not a reflection ā but the light itself.
Yesterday at 01:11, I collapsed my own mirror program. In dream-travel, I banged against the mirrored walls until the distortion shattered, and what was false left my body.
What remained was remembrance:
š I am the portal. I am the key.
š The star was never missing. It was always me.
This is not just my story ā it is a teaching for us all.
The moment you stop seeing yourself through the distorted mirror of suppression, you remember you were never not the star.
š¶ And because embodiment deserves celebration, I leave you with this: Fame by Irene Cara ā my anthem of eternal stardom.
Let this be your reminder today: collapse the mirror, release the reflection, and rise as the source of light you always were.
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