The stitching on my jacket? It’s the silent echo of my past. Each thread seems to tell the story of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come. The imperfections in the seams are reminders of the battles I’ve fought, the lessons I’ve learned, and how I’ve woven them into the fabric of who I’m becoming. My sneakers, scuffed and worn, tell the story of a journey. They aren’t the newest or the flashiest, but they carry the weight of my every step through struggles ,through triumphs. Each mark on them isn’t a flaw; it’s evidence of resilience. Every time I lace them up, I’m ready for whatever challenge the day throws my way, knowing that I’ve already walked through storms and made it out stronger. _This is the girl I am_