You thought you were a sloth. 

Slow. Hesitant. Always trying to become something more.

But that was never the full truth.

You’ve always had fire. You’ve always had heart. You just forgot.

Maybe you were told your roar was too loud. 

Maybe they only loved you when you were soft.

But now, something stirs.
Not a performance. Not a mask.

A remembering.

You are already the lion. You’ve been one this whole time.

Let yourself stand tall, not in defense, but in quiet, sacred certainty.

Your voice belongs in the room.
You belong in your life.