You keep looking in the mirror, expecting to see strength…

but all you see is softness. Slowness.

The parts of you they once called “too much” or “not enough.”

But the mirror lies. 

It shows only your hesitation, never your hunger. Your depth.

Only your posture, never your power.

You are not a sloth pretending to be a lion.

You are a lion who has been taught to see herself as small.

To doubt her own roar.
To question her instincts.

The truth? The lion is already here.

She always was.

And she’s not waiting for permission to rise.

You don’t need a clearer reflection.

You need a deeper remembering.