My confidence blooms like spring’s first rose, once shy, now proud in the glow of a crowd, no longer afraid to radiate beauty, to walk a runway of my design,where compliments swirl and lift me high. My confidence is blossoming

I celebrate every curve, small or bold, fit or unique—each tells a tale of triumph and journey, riding the waves of doubt, held up by whispers of strength that flow through my veins. My confidence is blossoming

Looking in the mirror, I see more than just a reflection; I find the worth I’ve gathered—golden threads woven from resilience, a tapestry of self-love, unfolding in vivid strokes. My confidence is blossoming

I’ve met my detractors with a smile, letting my worth become my answer, each check I cash, a silent rebuke to those who said I couldn’t stand tall. My confidence is blossoming

Grateful, I bask in the light, no more clinging to shadows of comparison,for even in storms, I shine through, humbled yet fierce in my embrace of the confidence that continues to bloom—each petal a testament, each moment a celebration of the radiant being I’ve become. My confidence is blossoming

Music is a passion that fills my soul with joy. It opens up a world of possibilities, allowing me to craft enchanting melodies that resonate deeply. When the rhythm takes hold, when I’m dancing, lost in the moment. Whether I’m feeling the urge to weep, laugh, or scream, music gives me the freedom to express those emotions. It transcends boundaries, and I cherish sharing its magic with others. Writing music is another joy of mine; I envision myself capturing every facet of life in my compositions. No matter what I’m engaged in, I can translate it into sound. The symphony of notes and harmonies inspires me to create, lifting my spirits and mending my deepest wounds through self-expression. Music is a profound force, a quiet science that intrigues scholars and a frequency that captivates spiritual seekers. Mathematicians can find solace in the rhythm, counting every beat and note. My love for music knows no bounds.

A special thank you
A sub thanks to my mom as
A consequence of Saibree A.K.A SERMON,

You graciously accept what you need in the moment, knowing it will yield great rewards down the line. Thank you for your commitment to growth – for wanting to be a better writer, acknowledging areas for improvement, and applying feedback to become stronger, recognizing that creativity is an imperfect process.

Thank you for persevering even when you felt like giving up. Thank you for affirming yourself when others denied you. Thank you for refusing to surrender what you created, even when others claimed it as their own. Thank you for pressing on, undeterred by the calls to stop.

Despite the risk of looking foolish, you’re always eager to try new things, driven by the hope of a positive outcome and the affirmation of compliments. You find joy in appreciating the beauty in both men and women, taking delight in the beauty that is reflected back to you.