Perhaps you recognize her from social media.
Maybe you’ve worked with her.
You went to school together.
Or maybe you’re friends with her.
Her presence feels familiar.
You think you know her, but you don’t.
Because what you see is the surface, not the story.
You see her confidence, not the nights she rebuilt it brick by brick.
You see her title, not the risks she took to earn it.
You see her calm, not the chaos she learned to move through.
She looks familiar – yet she’s still becoming.
You think you know her story.
But stories don’t stand still.
She’s not who she was a year ago.
Not who she was a month ago.
She’s in motion.
And that motion? It started with a choice – to see herself clearly, not kindly.
She asked the questions that made rooms uncomfortable.
She painted flowers when words failed her.
She keeps moving because standing still was never an option.
She evolves because she never learned to settle.
She rebuilds because breaking down taught her how.
You see the result.
She lived the becoming.
So the next time you think you know her,
think again.
“Do I know her, or who I need her to be?”
Because transformation isn’t a destination.
It’s a practice.
And she’s been practicing longer than you’ve been watching.
You think you know her. You don’t.
But maybe that’s not the point.
Maybe the point is that she knows herself.
